last summer smiles

*Poser* · (This post was last modified: 02-19-2017, 09:38 PM by Poser.)

To a healer, berries were a necessity. Sometimes it was to mask the flavor of herbs, sometimes to do the healing themselves. In particular, he was after the last bits of the late summer raspberries. They had always been Poser's favorite, the shadow moving with an ease that was unmatched by the more bulky canine creatures in these lands. There were so many wolves, so few dogs. Did he miss his kin? Well. There were two answers to that question. The first one that sprung to mind was hell no, liking being unique, liking being the only one. The other? Well, a pressing loneliness was hard to combat.

Still, he's able to scrub against a raspberry bush, finding one of the tart red fruits and pulling it into his mouth. At least that was okay. The day is young and Poser has no other plans. Berry picking would be okay, even if he didn't save any of them for later. There had to be other useful things among the branches and shrubs as they dropped their leaves. Things would be okay.

your charged touch
poser
breathy way of saying my name

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