Heal The Soul [Seumas]

A legacy of healers taught this one their trade then. He would have much to learn from her he would guess. In a different life, Seumas imagined himself a healer. In the way that this female's knowledge was taught to her by pack, and it was obvious she loved it from her enthusiasm; Seumas' father may have taken him under his wing as an apprentice. How differently his real life turned out was laughable.

Seumas followed the female as she descended into the valley. He kept his keen eyes on the ground, on the lookout for any medicinal plants he may recognise. The last thing he wished to do was accidentally squish anything useful. The light-footed female broke the concentrated silence to explain what sort of herbs would be useful. Yes, elders with their creaky joints and weary muscles would always appreciate a little relief. If she was thinking about that, this female's pack must be a respectful one. He had encountered packs that enjoyed abandoning their elderly once they saw them as a 'burden'.

Legacy introduced herself, and finally Seumas could put a name to the face, and also to the pack scent she had. Valhalla, interesting. "So Legacy Ancora from a legacy of healers. It's a pleasure to meet you." he chuckled. "My name is Seumas Cranak."

After a few zigzags down the mountainside trail, Legacy quickly found some Goldenseal. This one he was familiar with. "Good for the digestion, that one," he rumbled.