My Darling Starling

Every day that went by Starling grew more and more comfortable in his craft. He knew more than the basic knowledge, had handled a birthing and was learning more by the day. He had so many teachers to go talk too, so many wolves he waa trading knowledge with. Everything was great, wonderful even, and he was happy. Every day he wasnt fight training he was off herb hunting, trying to stock up his store as much as possible for the winter months. He had dug a basic store, but he would leave the more refinement when it got closer to Wren's birthing, where he should stick around for that inevitable and hard to track date. So today, he was out looking for horsetail along the rapids, a gentle hum in his chest as he searched. When he caught his sister's scent hed look up, nose covered in dirt from the plant he was digging up (not horsetail but still an important herb for his store). A gentle smile touched his lips when his eyes landed on her. Sparrow seemed to be doing her own hunting, and while a flash of jealousy did flush through him, he was still so happy to have her back to talk about this sort of thing with again. Everyone else found healing rather boring. "What're you l-lookin for?" He called over the distance, standing up fully and trotting towards her. Oh he had missed her dreadfully, but it seemed they were all so busy to spend as much time with each other anymore but…what can you do.

"Burn Baby Burn"
"Italian"