Ouchie

It seemed that his traveling companion had something else on his mind, as he didn’t stick around to discuss the manner. With an annoyed sigh, Aresenn reclined to a sitting position, his amber gaze panning across the surrounding territory. Not too far away from his paw, he noticed a small branch that had rotted and splintered into pieces from the time it had spent dying on the ground. Lacking anything better to do, he hobbled over and chose a relatively large chunk that he could easily turn over in his paws. It was still wood but softened by moisture- making it fairly malleable. Taking a single claw, he began to shave the bark away from it.

About that time was when Sephiran reappeared. Carrying with him some plant matter with clear intention set in his expression. What the plants were for, Aresenn had no idea. The Saxe boy made a comment about having multiple skills, to which Aresenn scoffed. “What are you going to do with those?” He asked with interest. He’d trust Sephiran for backup in a fight … but when it came to healing, he wasn’t so confident. However, he wasn’t going to argue. When the plants were thrusted at him, he hesitated a moment before collecting them in his mouth to chew into a paste of sorts. They were nasty to the taste- which is why it was probably his job to chew them, come to think of it. With narrowed eyes, he spat the ointment into Seph’s paw as he had been instructed before returning his attention to his carving.

But with the request for information on the Pirates, he stiffened a moment, before continuing to peel back the bark of his stick. “It’s not that old of a group, as I understand. Just a couple of generations. Sparrow’s father was the king before her, so I guess she inherited it when he died or left. I’m not sure, which.” Aresenn started, turning over the softened stick in his paws to ensure he had removed all the bark.