the fundamentals
ft thoren
07-16-2019, 09:35 AM
even the best healers needed to re-learn the basics. not that he needed to re-learn anything; he knew exactly what to do. still, practicing the fundamentals were essential. Holland wished at times he had an apprentice to help him gather as much as possible, but he knew a trick to collect more than what others thought he could. but that'd come with time. for now, he ran his claws against the cave's surface deep within. the moss here was lush, growing in the dark with little sunlight, and abundant. neutral grounds meant he could collect as much as possible. he was acutely aware of the other pack nearby. the past few days, weeks even, had a surge of numbers. though Holland didn't know the name of the pack, the woman named Deathbelle lived there now. he could smell her scent at their border when he passed them by. he just didn't know she was the leader. it didn't matter to him really. he had plenty of things to do for Lirim; especially preparing for winter's coming. for now, he'd focus on the moss and what it could do for the pack. it was universal. the children could play with the leftover moss balls and he could be left alone. not that he hated kids. he just felt so damn awkward around them. continuing to run his claws in one fluid motion, a strip of moss uncurled from the wall and deposited at his paws. he set to work with another side, aware of the footfalls behind him this time. he said nothing to the new wolf, only glad it wasn't an angry bear. "SPEECH" 1/3 rounds for moss gathering |
holland is not a nice character typically; his views do not reflect my own.