A Day at a time

Emile kind of chaffed under the weight of his new bag, it rubbed uncomfortably as he moved. He'd need to consider adding padding of some sort to help with the rubbing. But he was determined to wear it today. Emile was still not alright, and if he was being honest he wasn't sure he ever would be again but he had to at the very least stop hiding away. But that didn't really mean he was interested in facing his family right now, so maybe that was why he was on the lookout for the Lúta... word had reached him through the grapevine that the woman had had a bad bout of Pneumonia and was on the mend but Emile had a mind to check up on her... but it was more than that. Emile had secluded himself so much during his young years that he was falling behind in his learning and he could only hope that she might be able to help teach him.

So it was that the boy had set about gathering up his small stores and put them in his bag, shoulder it, and head out. A few small sprigs of boneset and meadowsweet were the only things he could even think of to bring and he hoped at the very least his instincts had been correct. Silently he wished he had been willing to range further than the pack lands, and learn to gather and recognize more than what he could simply find within the bounds of the pack. But that was something for another day as Emile had managed to pick up the blue woman's scent and adjusted his course, approaching with his head somewhat low but offering his best attempt at a cheerful greeting: "Llllllllúta," he called out softly easily slipping on a small smile, "how are you-you-you-you... doing?"

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