Father, may I?

*Starling* · 09-03-2015, 04:21 PM

When Sonticus decided to move, Starling decided it was time to go home. The summer sun was still high in sky, and the coolness of fall was nowhere near ready to set in. It made him happy, every step he took make his smile grow wider. His jaws were full of different northern herbs that he had found, most that Arian had taught him as he trotted back. Everything was good, everything was great, and he was finally coming home! He had made some good friends while he was in the North, but he was more than glad to get home, to warn his father of all he learned out there and tell him of how much he had learned. Without stopping at the border this time, Starling trotted on, glad to finally be home to the familiar scents and wolves. He moved along with determination towards his dug out store, that hadn't been touched since his little vacation when he decided to clean out all the dead. Taking his time he'd sort out his herbs, putting the ones that needed the dampness of his store to the side, and pulling the ones he needed to dry out from teh pile. Emerging from the store, he'd set them aside and in the sun so they could dry out like he needed them too, before finally turning towards his home. He breathed in deeply, pulling in the scent of Abaven, before sighing softly and tossing back his head. His call was determined, oddly strong for the timid healer, but he was home. And he wanted his father.

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