not strong enough

Spirit was rarely ever displeased with the prospect of company, but he hadn't been anticipating it either. The presence of another - no, a few others - seemingly startled him at first. His eyes widened as the boy approached, gaze drifting from him to his kitten companion to the bird that clung to the Prince's neck. The variety of species wasn't something he'd question, not when his own finch companion was easily his closest friend. As if sensing his anxiety, Strawberry's song quieted and she drifted down to a lower spot in the trees, perching close by.

"H-hello," he stammered out quietly. His nervousness was not constrained to wolves who were older than him, clearly - and no amount of trying to seem calm and collected had ever been able to tame his stutter, so he no longer tried. "I w-was hoping to see what kind of herbs grew here in the ravine." As nervous as he was to finally begin to get to know his packmates, he hoped too he could return to learning more about healing, something that had been put on the backburner for so long now. "M-my name is Spirit, by the way. A-and that's Strawberry," he searched the treetops above until he found her, a splash of vivid red against the green leaves of the trees, and gestured up to her. "W-what are you doing?"