The record won't stop skipping

*Bass* · 06-13-2016, 05:14 PM

As she described the plant he narrowed his eyes in thought, trying to think of all the plants that Starling had showed him. Leafy stalk, small wilting flowers. Bah, he couldn't place it right now. He nodded his head though, he would try his best to look for it. The fact that it was green would be helpful, everything was brown and dying in this forest it seemed. Bass took a few steps towards the way that she had said she came from, his golden eyes raking the ground to try and spot it. He paused only when she said that she was just a hunter. His head shot up and he looked at her, his head tilting to the side. She said it as if it were some terrible rank or something, or lower than the rest. She went on to explain that she was actually the lead hunter, and he smiled in an encouraging way. Bass was about to speak when she piped up, realizing that she had forgotten to state her own name and answer his question. A rumbling laugh left his lips, his gaze bright. "Well Bright Moon, you shouldn't make your rank to come out as any less than a healer or otherwise. The pack needs to be fed and cared for, and it is a dangerous job to fell larger prey. Every role in a pack carries it's own weight, but one is not above the other. Healers are not better than hunters, just as fighters are no better than healers," he said softly, trying to boost the ladies confidence in herself. He also grinned when he thought of her saying that she was too old. "You're never to old to learn anything. Trust me, my son is still trying to teach me about plants. I know nothing about healing and don't care too, I don't like the things too much," his nose wrinkled upwards at the thought of eating the bitter things. Generally herbs had to be forced down his throat, he was always stubborn like that.

Bass turned back away from her, going back to looking for the plants she had described. After walking a few feet, he realized there was a little bundle of plants sitting off to the side. Was that what she was talking about? It wasn't all there though, a few stalks were scattered about in a haphazard manner. Leaving the big group for Bright Moon to grab, he started to trot from one sprig to the next, trying not to bite them too hard. He didn't want any of their probably nasty tasting juice in his mouth. But he couldn't say no to her, it wasn't like she was asking him to eat them. After he had grabbed what he could see, he turned around to go head back in her direction. But he had wandered off a little further than he thought, and he couldn't remember which way he had gone. His scent had already pretty much disapated into the fog, cancelling out him following his own trail. Oh boy. Dropping the herbs he had just gathered, he squinted into the thick fog. "Bright Moon?" he called, glancing from side to side. He didn't want to move, just in case she was looking around from him as well.

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