Lion's Teeth

Chrysanthos had just finished nestling the fronds of yarrow into the strip of deer hide when he heard his brother's call echoing out from the battlefield. His ears flicked up as he registered the tone of the call. There was a commanding weight to it that marked as something more important than the questioning call for a challenger. Packing the yarrow in amongst his other herbs he folded the corners over then quickly seized the bundle between his teeth. Moving quickly he headed toward the battlefield. Regardless of the purpose of the call if his brother was to do battle than Chrys wished to be ready with the necessary herbs for treating the injuries. He couldn't wait until he had a den of his own and a more regimented system of storage and gathering.

He arrived to see Pegasus and as his eyes swept past two strange wolves, one of brilliant coloring, to his sister, Medea. Swiftly depositing his herb bundle he bounded toward her, tail wagging lightly. "Medea! It's good to see you. I hope you are well?" He had not seen her since she'd left but he knew that when he happened upon his brother Pegasus that he'd run into the rest of his siblings sooner rather than later.