Shiney things, Sharp Things

He had moved north soon after crossing paths with the little Wreckage girl. She was being escorted by Clay so he had left her as she was, otherwise he would of offered to escort her back to her pack himself. Clay was more than capable and Chinny wasn't truly one to think himself capable of keeping up with a child. Nor did he think he would be good for her development. He had his own problems anyway. Though most stemmed from before he met the wreckages. 

He padded on, his winter coat only just beginning to grow so the snows impacted him more than he would like. He knew though that soon they would no longer bother him. He was hunting the north anyways. He wanted to find a precious herb that he felt the cold would only be able to offer him, though he was not certain this land could offer the berries to him. Of course the name of it was winterberry so where else was he to look but the ever cold northern reaches. 

This place could be deadly if he let it though. His paws stopped as the greyed form of his past caught his deep purple eyes. Storm. Her blindness was all but forgotten as he stood there proudly, herbs from the south draped over his back with a tree branch he had carefully wrapped each herb around. His smile was warm as the sun on his back. "Storm, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Hope I'm not intruding on your walk." he greeted her in a warm friendly manner, his tail wagging slowly behind him. Enthusiasm for his craft was always there and shown through. 

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