you'll never get better, you'll never get over it

The titan strolled through the orchard with little regard for the possibility of discovery. He was in search of herbs, the return to these familiar lands had meant that he'd been forced to abandon his stocks elsewhere. Immense form shouldered through brambles and thickets, kicking aside rotting fruit as he searched. Dappled early morning sunlight slid over his celestial pelt, setting each hue glittering in turn as he moved. A yawn split his maw wide, thick tusks bared to the open air for a a scant few moments as the groggy giant ambled along. It didn't take long for him to locate something of potential use. A clump of meadowsweet, with a few stems in the end stages of flowering. He could very well dig it up and attempt to transplant it in a more controlled locale, like a den site. The only problem there, was that he didn't have a den site. Thus far the cosmic goliath was more than content living a nomadic lifestyle until he found something to entertain him for a while, or a pack he might settle in. Not that such a feat would be likely accomplished at this point, he was getting too comfortable as a loner. Beholden to none, and free to roam as he pleased, committing petty crimes, seducing strangers, and then leaving before the consequences could catch up.

A soft snort of frustration was directed at the meadowsweet, before he moved on. Perhaps he'd collect fermenting fruit instead and get drunk before noon. That sounded like an equally enjoyable option. A scent drifting on the breeze caught his attention- another wolf. It had been a while since he'd seen someone else, and longer still since he'd spoken to someone else. Was he really in the mood to engage in conversation this early in the day? Tall auds swivelled in search of pawsteps or snapping branches to signal someone's approach, but found nothing. Perhaps it was drifting on the breeze from a greater distance than he thought, and he wouldn't run into them. The brute grunted, and continued his amble through the trees in search of useful plants. He wasn't expecting luck this late into the season, but what else was there to be done on a day like this? Not a cloud in the sky, and unseasonably warm. Anything of use would be drinking in the light and warmth, a perfect time to take clippings or uproot them entirely. Long banner flicked against his heels as he trudged forth, rich amethyst gaze scanning the terra for anything that might catch his eye.

Oh, lamb's ear. That would come in handy, with his penchant for rubbing folks the wrong way.