One Person's Garbage, Is Another Packs Gain

Ricin has done as Manea had instructed him to, the nearby Stone Steppe and Firefly lake have been thoroughly scouted. In two days, he has only found one place that might be suitable for the pack and, as he makes his way down into the cellar, the boy finds is happy to find exactly what he has been looking for.

Blinking his crimson eyes several times to adjust to the darkness in the underground room, Ricin tentatively sniffs the air as he waits. Mold and mildew fill his nostrils and he wrinkles his nose in disgust before starting to look around. The sounds of rats, mice, and various other small animals skittering around on the stone floor does not go unnoticed by him nor do the small tufts of fur that disappear further into the room. At the very least, this is good place to hunt small animals. Eyes fall on a nearby wooden shelf, the weight of the glass jars resting on it causing the old rotten wood to bow. Paw reaches up to tap a glass and watches the strange colored liquid slosh inside before giving himself a shrug and moving on.

Hallways branch off the main chamber and Ricin begins to realize just how vast this underground network of rooms is. He moves through each one, taking note of useful materials and possible uses for items. Making his way toward a far back area, Ricin steps into a large stone room and sees that the shelves are made of clay. Curious, the boy moves over to inspect the glass jars, tinctures, and flasks that line the numerus shelves. As he peers into one, Ricin realizes that these might be useful to a healer. Stepping back, he casts his gaze around the large room and calculates that it could supply the pack’s healer for at least two years. Eagerly, Ricin races back through the hallways and out of the cellar.

Twilight has fallen by the time the boy makes it back above ground, the once high afternoon sun already starting to disappear below the horizon. Giving his coat a good shake, Ricin runs a paw over his head to smooth any rumbled fur before tilting his head back to release the call for Manea. Excitement zips along his nerves and the boy cannot sit still. Instead he paces and keeps his eyes toward where he expects Manea to appear from. He hopes this will allow him to become the first Rimor of the pack.


"Ricin Dauner"