We seek opportunity

So much was happening, so very much that he could almost not believe it. His life was a real quiet one, something that didn't have a lot of drama. He spent much of his time cooped up in his own mind, learning things that, untill now, haven't been entirely necessary. Sure he had aided in several births and helped the sick, but the battle wound knowledge he had had never...been used. It never had too. Aside from a few minor spar scraps... He was rather nervous for this seige, and it was his responsibility to set up the location where the sick and injured would come to get the healer's attention. It was strange to be incharge of something that could be so very important, but he was determined to succeed. He had spent his entire life preparing for something like this, spent ever waking moment memorizing what each herb did and knowing exactly how to apply it.

So after the meeting was called and finished, Starling decided to sneak away to check out this place where he had to set up camp. He wanted to go alone, so he could think it over. If Lillianna or Shaye, or even Aunt Harmony came with him, he wouldn't have been able to focus as well as he should. No, he had to go there alone, at least so he thought. Trotting along the territories, muzzle delicately holding as much herbs as he could carry, he moved with a strange sense of ease and elegance. Starling was in his element, and he would revel in this opportunity. He would soak it all up, all the pride he had in himself and the pride his father seemed to have in him. A small smile touched his lips as he moved, trotting along. Stella, as often as she hung around, was perched on the nape of his neck, twittering her little song as he trotted. It was an odd thing, having a little music box in his ear, but Stella was good company sometimes. Quiet, gentle, but lazy. When he asked if she could carry something, she promptly turned her head up and jumped into his fur. Oh well, what could you do. The closer he got to this place, the louder the bird sounds became, untill Stella suddenly took flight and bolted. He would blink slightly, worry crossing his features. Birds...they were thieves. They loved plants, and seeds...Oh, this wasn't good. Did he have enough time to build an underground store?

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"