Willows

He worked the hide off the deer’s neck, and lastly, freed the last bit of flesh from the hide. His head cocked slightly with interest as she admitted that she hadn’t gotten far in her healer’s training. She tried to hide it, but the perceptive chocolate man spotted the frustration in her eyes.

He bent and tugged the hide free of the deer, glad that some decently clean grass lay beneath the kill. At her offer of healing he smiled gently, moving from the deer and joined her. “Sure. I’m happy to be a practice patient for ya. It’s not a bad wound, but It can always be a useful injury.”

His eyes scanned the area with interest, trying to pick out familiar plants. “I have a few tools in the pouches of my armor, including a mortar and pestle if you’d like to try using it.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think