Surrounded By Song

"A-Abaven is a good one," he spoke up a bit louder, sounding more certain now as he spoke about his pack. Abaven really was a great pack, Spirit knew that despite how little he knew of other packs. Would Svala be interested in joining them? She sounded like she wanted to settle down, and with what he'd seen of her nature he had no doubt she'd fit in there well, but it wasn't his place to recruit new members. Planting a little suggestion seemed harmless though, and if Svala truly was interested Theory would handle the actual recruitment. "I c-can't imagine being a-anywhere else." Truly. Since being separating from them and returning, he knew now that this was his home no matter what.

He watched carefully as she pulled out two bowls and a few bones. She explained what to do, and obediently he followed, grabbing the lavender plant and spitting out smaller pieces into the bowl. The taste was a little bitter as expected, but not really that bad, with that mild minty taste she'd explained before. Once he too had gotten a good little portion of lavender torn up in the bowl, he grabbed one of the bones and carefully angled it in his mouth, using the end to begin mashing the herbs together. The process seemed fruitless at first, but soon he realized the herbs were being mushed into a paste, the task slow but beginning to show results.