Nature, Nurture
Spirit
08-06-2020, 05:56 PM
Meadow was suddenly like a ray of sunshine in the stifling darkness - he knew there were good wolves out there, he knew his family was good, but he knew little of the world beyond. And suddenly she was reaching out to help him, offering him some reassurance and direction, despite being a stranger who owed nothing to him. Spirit was intuitive enough to know what she was doing, even if he wasn't outwardly acknowledging it. She was being kind for the sake of it, seeing that he was struggling, and he appreciated her for that even if he had little way of saying it himself. He just hoped he could be some help to her, even if merely by being company for a short while - he doubted his herb-hunting skills were up to par with her own, and he was more than okay with that.
He led the way, moving away from the springs, and Meadow followed him. She kept her distance - something that he appreciated, given his wariness around strangers in general. Though he was still quite thin for a yearling, he was confident that he could at least outrun any potential threats. Meadow was proving quickly to be someone he didn't have to fear, but it was impossible for him to let his guard down completely anyway. He tilted his head back toward her as they walked together, listening to her little lesson, one he quite appreciated. So horsetail was good for binding wounds. That sounded useful. Spirit knew his mother had helped with the raid, and though the injuries hadn't been too extreme, he knew he could've been useful nonetheless for even small injuries. "T-that sounds.. useful!" Spirit concluded. Apparently horsetail had some others uses to, but he had a feeling its usefulness for cuts was by far the most useful, though he'd try to remember its other uses just in case.
"I- don't really know, w-what I.. w-want to be," Spirit said weakly. "My m-mother is a healer," he added after a short pause. He wasn't entirely sure how well he'd do actually seeing injuries up close but he supposed that was something he'd get used to. Something was just calming about being around flowers and trees, more than anything else he'd dabbled in so far. Which... admittedly wasn't much. But this was certainly something he was finding himself interested in, even with his minimal knowledge.
He led the way, moving away from the springs, and Meadow followed him. She kept her distance - something that he appreciated, given his wariness around strangers in general. Though he was still quite thin for a yearling, he was confident that he could at least outrun any potential threats. Meadow was proving quickly to be someone he didn't have to fear, but it was impossible for him to let his guard down completely anyway. He tilted his head back toward her as they walked together, listening to her little lesson, one he quite appreciated. So horsetail was good for binding wounds. That sounded useful. Spirit knew his mother had helped with the raid, and though the injuries hadn't been too extreme, he knew he could've been useful nonetheless for even small injuries. "T-that sounds.. useful!" Spirit concluded. Apparently horsetail had some others uses to, but he had a feeling its usefulness for cuts was by far the most useful, though he'd try to remember its other uses just in case.
"I- don't really know, w-what I.. w-want to be," Spirit said weakly. "My m-mother is a healer," he added after a short pause. He wasn't entirely sure how well he'd do actually seeing injuries up close but he supposed that was something he'd get used to. Something was just calming about being around flowers and trees, more than anything else he'd dabbled in so far. Which... admittedly wasn't much. But this was certainly something he was finding himself interested in, even with his minimal knowledge.
Spirit has a female strawberry Finch companion named Strawberry, who is almost always nearby.
He also is usually wearing a saddlebag if he's away from home.
