All things leafy and pretty

Adjusting to a more stationary lifestyle was something strange, it required dredging up whatever memories of his childhood were still rattling around in his thick skull. Patrolling in the mornings, checking the stocks that the pack maintained, things like that. He was still getting used to it all, when he'd heard the healers were being sent off to begin preparations for a feast this season. Well, might as well get to work on that. The celestial titan ambled after the party of gatherers, letting the sound of rattling cart wheels guide him away from the borders of the pack that had taken him in. The scents of his packmates were heavy in the air, and he noted quite a few females among them, overpowering the musk of the smaller number of males. He had been teased in the past about healing being women's work, but he still didn't buy it. Remembering which plants would kill you instantly and which ones would help a fever required a skill that was not exclusive to women.

By the time they reached their destination, it seemed apparent that this was far from a social excursion. So, the cosmic giant opted to keep his mouth shut. A polite dip of his head to the dark fae pulling the cart, who seemed to be leading the way, and then to the sunset hued lady who was quietly offering directions to those who asked. Beyond that, the surly behemoth settled for wandering towards the treeline and away from the scattered wolves that were foraging in the area. It sounded like the only requirement was to collect something of use, and since he had no stores of his own to speak of, he simply set off in search of something that might be of use. Being unfamiliar with the area, he could only hope that something around here caught his eye.

Close to the edge of the treeline bordering the field, he caught sight of bright orange and yellow blooms. He fondly recalled the near constant trips to collect marigold in between raids years back. his companions were fond of drinking until they were sick, and then ended up stealing his supply of crushed petals and flower heads to ease the pain of their raw throats. Given the notable fondness for drink that seemed to be prevalent in this pack, perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to have a good supply on hand for after the feast. Lumbering over to the patch of brightly coloured blooms, the brute set about examining them for the best few to harvest from each stalk. Exhausting the plant and taking every bloom would keep it from pollinating, and then germinating new growth in the following years.