Let's Have Some Fun, This Beat is Sick

Dómari was making very slow progress on his knowledge of herbs. It was difficult to pin down others that could give him lessons and it wasn't working much trying to learn on his own without making himself sick. The young man sighed as he lightly pawed at the fluffy little dandelions that had gone to seed. He'd managed to stock up quite a few of those. With autumn here and winter around the corner it would soon be time to move on to practicing the arts of battle.

An inviting howl caught Dómari's attention and he headed swiftly for the call, pausing for a moment to inspect the border he was crossing. He quickly came to a group of wolves and he blinked at them all for a moment before dipping his head in greeting. "Who called? I heard something about a celebration that is even open to loners?"