Breaking In, Shaping Up

The northern continent was much better thus far, and its yield of herbs was a significant improvement on the barren wasteland of the southern continent during its dry season. He was hunting for herbs that would be useful to most anyone, to improve his odds of trading them for other goods. As he strolled along, head between his shoulders, he caught a scent. A very familiar one. Oh no, her again. He had missed the companionship that came with having friends, but right now he was... not in the mood to socialize. He was drained from interacting with so many different wolves lately, after moons of isolation while his parents grew sick and died.

He'd catch up with Valkyrie later. Now that he had a beat on her, he'd pick up her scent when he was less tired. Granted, she had a knack for being the single most mentally draining wolf in his life.

His wound was mostly healed, and beginning to form a rather broad scar across the front of his forelimb. He wasn't limping anymore, and so he could roam freely. A patch of brightly coloured flowers caught his eye. Perfect. Honing in on the clump of magenta flowers, he began to carefully scratch away the first layer of soil around it. He gave a fair berth to the plant, that way he could collect more roots from the outside edges, and leave most of the inner ones intact to preserve the plant.

When the soil began to grow softer, he began to carefully curl his toes inward to scoop the dirt instead of scraping it. The strange rotation of his massive body as he circled the plant, dark tail sweeping in broad strokes across his heels, was likely an odd sight. He muttered a bit to himself as he worked, chiding himself when he felt his claws nick something.