In the land of obscurity

Starling would wait, his breath caught in his throat, for Cathaoir's response, his acceptance or denial to the request to hunt. He was excited, though, to venture off with Cathaoir and enjoy his odd, silent but...comforting company. His ears perked up at the slight movement that his new...friend was about to speak, and he couldn't help the smile that touched his lips. A soft smile, genuine and light. At the words, he couldn't help the light laugh (nearly a giggle, infact) that burst from his lips, nodding as he did. "Yeah, h-herbs sm-smell." He said with a laugh. But he wasn't laughing at Cath, and he honestly hoped the other wolf didn't think he was. He was...just laughing. It was like he had entered some odd, carefree place that he had never been. "I-I'm on th-the hunt f-for wintergreen! Th-they're a p-powerf-ful p-pain r-relief f-for s-severe wo-wounds....A-and I'm r-really g-going to n-need a f-fair am-mount soon.." He paused then, as reality attempted to creep into his carefree zone. But he shook his head and moved to stand. "I-it's s-said to b-be really r-rare, s-so w-we sh-should b-both l-look! I-it'll be r-really f-fun. Th-they a r-red b-berry t-type p-plant, u-usually g-grows c-close to the g-ground and wh-where it's r-real dry." He would nod then, giving Cathaoir another smile before he moved to walk, to find a path that lead up. The dryer the soil, the better.

"Burn Baby Burn" | "Italian"