mysterious happenings 101

Mojito hadn't been this far south before, his paws carrying him over the land bridge and the further and further south. He could not have said what it was that was that pulled him so far from home. At the very least the milder weather meant he could replenish his herb stores better than last year's winter. The man was slow going, he would stop whenever he found something he was running low on and try his best to take only the oldest most mature sprigs. But as he went he'd seen some plants seemed to be softly glowing in blues and purples and as he continued to go they seemed to get a bit more numerous. Curious the young man approached a clump of them, slim leaves. Mojito sniffed at them cautiously, unsure exactly what if anything, they were. All he could pick up was the usual pungent smell of plants, nothing specifically telling his senses they were helpful or harmful in either way. Cautiously, extremely cautiously, the horned man reached forward and pinched at the stem with his teeth, doing everything in his power to avoid letting any of the juices that leaked out of the plant get on his tongue... He had no way of knowing if they were safe to consume.

Mojito was starting to think it might be time to turn back and start trying to understand the glowing plant when he heard a commotion, the sounds of a bear? Instantly a thrill of fear went through him. A bear awake now was probably a starving and unhappy thing and he had no desire to run into one. Mojito was about to take his plants and go when he caught the scent of another Armada wolf... Dream. Mojito pivoted on his toes, moving before he even had a chance to really think about it. He was dashing towards the bellow of the creature, the herbs in his mouth dropping to the ground as he launched himself at the lanky thing, not even thinking about what he was about to do. He approached from behind and the bear was too focused on the other wolf to notice the threat coming at him from behind. Mojito lowered his head, ears pulling back. A growl pulled from his lungs, feral and instinctual. The bear had threatened his packmate, his family. Sirius had given him so much and he would give so much of himself just to give even a tiny bit back to the warlord, his life wasn't something he would throw away but he was willing to sacrifice his safety to protect the life of another armada wolf.

And so Mojito charged the bear, his horns butting up against its rump, though it had more give than he expected, the thing clearly significantly underweight. Desperate to turn the bear's attention off his Dream he lifted his head and sunk his teeth into the right hind leg of the bear, digging in and pulling, feeling loose skin in his mouth. The bear roared, its blocky head swinging towards him and a massive paw smacking Mojito right across the face, his ears ringing and eyes screwing shut but he held on tight.

WC: 533 (1288/2500)

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