herb sweet home

After much consideration Rhys found the perfect cave to claim as his own. The Island was home to most of the Elysian Wolves and he figured it wouldn't hurt to join them. Caves provided a great amount of space and shelter, which is what Rhysand needed. He enjoyed his luxuries such as beautiful pelts, paw-crafted weaponry, and various other bits and bobs he had some sort of attachment to. The male was no hoarder, but he did collect. In his twisted mind material items did equate to some sort of wealth. Wolves had no currency but in his time of being a loner he did learn how to trade. Which is how he managed to gather such an assortment of goods. One of the selling points of joining a pack was to have a place to house his belongings and have the opportunity to expand.

It had only been about a week since having joined the pack so his den was not set up entirely to his liking but it was doable. Taking a break from the décor, Rhys found himself in the small clearing in front of the cave. A small log fire was chugging along and a pot of boiling water was sitting atop a a small metal grate. The male moved to carefully take the pot from the fire, sitting it on the ground. With a long thick piece of leather protecting his paw he tilted the pot over just enough to pour some of the liquid into a wooden bowl. The bowl contained a small bundle of cannabis and lavender wrapped in very thin linen, allowing the water to mix with the herbs and infuse all together. As the bowl filled up Rhys nudged the hot pot off to the side and sat before his bowl of soon to be tea. Pale green eyes took in the scenery before him as he patiently waited for his drink to steep.