Walk With Me

Crux could practically feel his brother's frustration. It was one he shared. The cold had set in quickly and it seemed storms were going to be pretty damn common though he doubted, or maybe he just hoped, that they wouldn't see anything quite as dramatic as the flood. He rose onto his hind legs to begin carefully scraping at the nearest oak with his sabres, ironically this was one of the few times his balance was no worse than most other's. The permanently flexed state of his paw actually worked here. He managed to get a chunk lifted from the surface and gently pulled it down to try and get a strip of the bark. Charlie sighed and Crux dropped back down on all fours, his strip of bark clutched in his mouth, which he dropped at his paws. Luckily the bark didn't need quite as much delicacy as many of his herbs did.

"Try checking around the undergrowth or near the base of trees, places where snow doesn't get as thick." Sure that'd mean less sun so things were less likely to grow there it was their best bet. "If you can't find anything I'll show you how to strip trees for bark. It's good for colds at least."

"Speech"