You don't need to run

It was rare Spirit wandered far from home these days, and when he did leave it was always with a purpose in mind. Today he was in search of something to help his sick sister, anything at all. It wasn't like he was having much luck - plant life was usually more abundant in early spring but with the nearly nonexistent daylight it seemed like everything was either wilting, or being overtaken with strange growths, by mushrooms and crystals. Though he was quick to avoid as much of these oddities as he could, he knew even a wolf as cautious as Gloom getting sick meant that he was just as likely to fall victim to this strange disease. He simply wondered now what might help her; a cure would be ideal but if nobody else in Abaven had found one yet, he doubted he'd be the one to.

Spirit wondered if perhaps something anti-inflammatory would help her? He wracked his brain for ideas and then went searching, heading a bit north from home. The strange stones up ahead briefly caught his attention, and it was only when he was heading that way that someone let out a bark and alerted him to their presence. At first he froze, paralyzed in the faced of uncertainty, but a moment later he managed to snap back to reality. "S-sorry," Spirit stammered quietly, though he took a few steps closer to one of the smaller stones. Herbs often liked to grow around rocks so he wondered if he might find some here. "I don't mean to intrude." Perhaps this was home, or perhaps not, but either way he didn't mean to be a bother if he could help it.