in the morning light let my roots take flight

Starling was always awake early in the morning, working hard to achieve his tasks and learn all he can. Today was no exception, except today he didn't wander away from the packlands. Today he was gathering homegrown plants, particularly Horsetail. It was essential to wound mending, and it grew right on the door step of a mercenary pack. Fitting. He trotted along the rocks, a tender smile on his face when he paused. Blue eyes were slightly wider as he spotted one of his youngest siblings. Wasn't it...yesterday that Starling was helping his mom give birth to the little guy? Now he was out of the den? Odd, Starling remembered sticking around the den far longer, but it had also been winter and he hadn't been curious. It wasn't untill spring did the curiousity of the world bloom inside of him, and mostly about plants, however.

With a grin he'd trott towards his younger brother. "Tordo." He'd say in his soft voice, stepping close to the child. Starling had visited his mother a lot with the children, but he wouldn't be sad if Tordo didn't recognize or remember him. Children's memories were fickle. "D-did mom s-say you could l-leave the den?" He asked, a playful smirk on his lips as he lowered himself to face his brother more head on. Tordo was one of the mischevious pups, he knew that. Just like his big brother Shrike.

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