Who let the dogs out?

Mojito hadn't felt stable in a long time, and he almost didn't know what to do with himself now that he was. Satoru was with him and though certainly not perfect his relationship with his daughter was on the mend, and with Asla at the helm he even felt less worried about his place within the pack. Not that he thought he'd get a free ride, no, if he knew anything about the woman then she'd expect him to live up to his potential and wanted him to, but with her at least he knew he wasn't working with a handicap. It was weird how light he felt right now. He had been struggling with himself and his place in the world for so long that having some of it dealt with left him reeling. He needed to do something to keep himself from feeling restless.

So the little wolf-dog was out seeing what little he could scrounge up in terms of useful herbs. Satira had helped him to identify good locations but the cold of winter had set in properly now and he had little hope he'd find much of use. Still worth the effort, once spring came around he'd make a point of exploring around the pack lands to hopefully start building up his stores once more. He hadn't had a place to store supplies in so long, and the idea brought a smile to his face.