winter forage

As one of the highest ranking healers, or maybe the highest ranking he wasn’t quite sure, Indigo led the expedition of wolves outside the packlands. It was winter so the maned man didn’t really believe they would be finding much in this season, but he was by far big enough to help move the snow back for the rest of his group to look at the frozen plants.

He didn’t think about how familiar it felt to the days of the roaming nomad band, if he did he knew how easy it was to get carried away with his emotions. He’d mourned what he’d lost long enough, now was time to focus on the future. Not just his own either. Indigo was quite honored Manea had the faith in him to entrust him with this task.

He gave Satira a grin as he waded into the deep snow and like the bison, began to use his huge head to move the snow out of the way of the ground. At the very least they might be able to harvest some roots if they could tell what was under it all.

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