First Harvest

Walk | Talk | Think

His attention was riveted to the plant, and his thoughts were loud as he did his best to recall everything that had been taught to him about it, though nothing in particular resurfaced regarding the best way in which to harvest it. Did he just take some flowers and stems? Should he dig up some of the roots and take it back like that? He considered how much easier it would have been to have Kavdaya there to tell him, or to be closer to her so that he could seek her out and ask, but in this instance he was on his own.

Or so he thought. At the last second his brain registered the tread of another wolf through the thick fog, and very suddenly the wolf in question was there with him. Miksa halted suddenly as the earthen colored male did the same, his body tensing as his tan ears quickly folded back against his head. That was close, he realized. They had very nearly collided. Thankfully a full run-in had been avoided, and the young white male released a little breath of relief.

As the wolf immediately ducked in to reach for the yarrow plant, however, the Celestial Legionary-in-training felt his hope sink. He had been beaten to the plant, which would mean he would be returning to the pack lands empty handed after all. It was no trouble, really - there was still plenty of yarrow growing on the plains - but he had hoped to have something to show for his trip.

Miksa shifted his weight from one side the other awkwardly, and stilled the second the brown-eyed wolf realized they both had had the same idea. "Oh, um," Miksa began, fidgeting again. Yes would have been the simple, straightforward answer, but he had already decided he did not truly need it. "No, it's fine," he assured the wolf, shaking his head as he took a step back to further emphasize his words, "I don't even know how to gather it anyway."