Stubborn Creatures
09-26-2015, 08:31 PM
Jakart eyed the bulbed plant and again paced alongside the game trail he found himself on. This fern was unknown him, but with a dozen or so of bright red bulbs bristling outward from the drying stems he knew that it's value would eventually be lost once winter rolled around. Of course how valuable he didn't know, the plant as a whole was everything that would be desirable to a healer in his opinion. It was bright, prickly with needles as sharp as a cactus's spines. The only real problem was bringing it to the healer he had in mind. But first he would have to remove it, prickly bots and all. Most of the root structure had already been clawed away enough for him to venture another series of tugs with his muzzle, Jakart tasting the dirt and saliva of his previous attempts as his fangs drew around the roots. It took him a few moments of tugging but with an audible snap after twisting his muzzle back and forth the plant was freed from the soil.
That was about as hard as cleaning between the ribs of a kill, Jakart putting his prize off to the side of the trail. The bulbs were each trimmed to where he could stack the stems on top of each other, occasionally receiving a poke with for his trouble. Jakart fumbled a few times as he tried to snap them all up, a frustrated growl the only noise he made upon his success. The Fern Gulley indeed, the lands contents not so easily given up without a little patience and blood. With a grunt Jakart would make his way up the creek after reaching the middle of the gulley. Callisto's den was up ahead, and as he got closer he saw the she wolf and the cat were at it again. A mumbled greeting was given, Jakart simply striding up to Callisto and depositing the herbs at her paws. The wolf scratched an ear with a hind leg as he reclined onto his haunches. She seemed better about the personal space between them, ever since she had told what had happened to her. Jakart gave an involuntary whine and looked at the cat before returning his mismatched gaze to the healer. "Found a bush of these. To bright not to pass up."
That was about as hard as cleaning between the ribs of a kill, Jakart putting his prize off to the side of the trail. The bulbs were each trimmed to where he could stack the stems on top of each other, occasionally receiving a poke with for his trouble. Jakart fumbled a few times as he tried to snap them all up, a frustrated growl the only noise he made upon his success. The Fern Gulley indeed, the lands contents not so easily given up without a little patience and blood. With a grunt Jakart would make his way up the creek after reaching the middle of the gulley. Callisto's den was up ahead, and as he got closer he saw the she wolf and the cat were at it again. A mumbled greeting was given, Jakart simply striding up to Callisto and depositing the herbs at her paws. The wolf scratched an ear with a hind leg as he reclined onto his haunches. She seemed better about the personal space between them, ever since she had told what had happened to her. Jakart gave an involuntary whine and looked at the cat before returning his mismatched gaze to the healer. "Found a bush of these. To bright not to pass up."