Gold

Seth trotted - well, hopped - along without even a faint attempt at obtaining that effortless glide that most wolves traveled with. He couldn't do it, he'd never been able to, and he wasn't going embarrass himself pretending otherwise. He had taken the opportunity provided by Amon's command to explore as a temporary reprieve from his... beloved... aunt's further attentions. It certainly wouldn't hurt to keep his head down for a time anyway, with Amon already irritated at Anamalech's fool of a child and Seth the easiest target of his anger.

His head twisted slightly and his awkward steps slowed as an oversweet scent assaulted his nose. Berries, but even better, a cache of berries that some enterprising creature had sought to store away at the end of the southern continent's autumn several months ago that had been fermenting away ever since. Excellent.

His nose led him to the cache heaped in an extremely primitive container of a slab of bark. Grasping the edge he dragged it to a clearing in the bushes and brambles. Eventually the surrounding area would be covered in berries and most likely bears as well, he knew, but right now it was all flowers and the most threatening thing to be found were the clever little bees buzzing everywhere.

Carefully tucking his stunted limbs beneath him, the dwarf settled in to enjoy the fermented berries and let them work their magic. He wished he could find a more reliable source for the elixir than simply stumbling upon them in the woods, but it is what it is. Closing his eyes, he savored the taste of what had once been raspberries caressing his tongue.