Unpacking

Honestly Mojito was not expecting the voice that called for him, Hoa had come back inside to help him check Satoru and Mojito glanced at the sheep and then gestured towards Satoru's resting form. "Just a moment!" He called back to Satira, wincing as soon as the words left his mouth. Was that too formal? He pushed his worry down and spoke softly to his companion. "Make sure if he wakes up he gets something to drink I'm worried he might be dehydrated." he glanced fondly down again at the freckled man before turning around and heading towards the mouth of the den. He greeted his daughter with a smile, it wasn't totally easy but it was natural he was genuinely happy to see her.

"Your timing couldn't have been better I was about to head out to look for some myself." He made his way outside and stretched again, and shook the dirt from his fur, he'd need to expand the den more still but at least he could mostly stand without having to crouch. "My stores are unfortunately sparse right now, what I wouldn't give for that old shed." Mojito's tone was light but he was sure Satira would probably hear the undercurrent of nerves creeping their way in. Still he managed a soft chuckle. The place he'd lived for the majority of Armada's time in their original territory hadn't been big but it had been enough and access to his own garden had helped a lot. He really did miss it. He looked at his daughter, sizing her and not for the first time feeling a pang of pain that he'd missed watching her grow.

Mojito gestured for his daughter to take the lead. "I'm sure you know all the best spots to find herbs, if you don't mind sharing one or two." In truth he was somewhat dependant on her doing so. Eventually he would find them all himself and know them like he'd once known the Plains but with winter on the horizon he didn't have the luxury of time to spare.

WC: 347 (1621/1500)


Speech