Best-Festival-Friend

Álarr decided to do some herb hunting while he was out west. The weather was warmer here and he was seeing more plants in the nicer weather than he had in other parts of the territory. Deciding to take advantage of it he set off in search of lavender. He really liked the smell and decided it would be a good plant to have on hand plus he knew it could be dried. First he just had to find some. He paused for a moment to scratch at his head. The funny bumps were still there and no matter what he put on to deal with the inflammation it wouldn't go down.

Suddenly another pup appeared out of nowhere and skidded up to him announcing that her name was Pestilence. "I uh… sure?" She stated she was a princess of some sort and his eyes grew wide. "Wait, like really? What pack are you princess of?" He sometimes wished he was a prince so he could brag about it.