sparkling cinnamon

He traveled the land for a little more than a week now. He had wanted to improve on his herbal knowledge and become a good healer, to help others when they needed him most. His eyes were rather distant, thinking about earlier times when his Mother used to teach him some things about the herbs she gathered while out traveling: saying how some were dangerous while others, used in certain ways, could have a lot of benefits to the one being treated.

The brute raised his nose upward, trying to scan any scents that could be beneficial to him. All that seemed to come to him was some form of prey that left some time ago, and the cold that nipped at his skin and made his nostrils burn. Though the snow was not too deep here, other places he had visited was a whole new story.

Snow crunched underneath his feet as little bits of shrubbery began to poke through the white blanket, eyes scanning the area for anything useful until he stopped in his tracks. A fae some distance away happened to catch his attention. She seemed to have various scents surrounding her so she had to reside in some form of pack. Her nose appeared to scan the ground, possibly looking for the same thing he was looking for. Though, he didn't wish to appear hostile to her, and he was sure she knew of his location, so he made sure to keep his distance for the time being as he wandered the area, eyes scanning the ground once again for any form of life sprouting from the snow, but, all he seemed to find was small strands of grass, and the trees.