Off on adventure

His sister was gone, and though he knew exactly where she was... Spirit was struggling. Still though he had no real plans to leave. Spending the rest of his days here in the west, staying mostly cooped up in Ashen's lands and caring for his aging mother sounded fine; he wasn't sure he could stand to leave her now, not really, no matter how much he might find himself missing Gloom. And even more than that he couldn't imagine uprooting his life again, not when it'd taken him so painfully long to get accustomed to living here.

As much as he hated things changing it seemed a constant in his life, and fighting against it seemed futile. With his head spinning, he decided to go further than he usually did outside of Ashen's lands, seeking out herbs. Not that he'd received much formal training lately, but he was still interested in plants and healing and everything in-between. With winter in full force, anything useful was harder to find than it once had been, even with the west generally being blessed with mild weather.

Spotting an island off the western coast that looked promising, Spirit decided to make the swim. It wasn't a terribly long one but he was still a little nervous about being so far from home, but he'd brought along Strawberry to keep him company - and he knew she'd alert someone if something happened to him and he needed help.

Making the swim with his tattered herb bag slung around his neck, grasped in his mouth to keep it from floating away on him, he finally reached the shore of silver island with his strawberry finch companion darting around over his head. It looked very much like she was keeping an eye on him as he shook off his coat and gave his herb bag a good swing too, trying to rid some of the water from it. Anything he found would just be dried anyway, so getting his things wet was no big deal.

Apparently he wasn't the only one with an island trip in mind, though. Not far off, down the shore, he spotted two wolves. His instinct was to avoid them entirely, but he knew his arrival had likely not flown under the radar. Maybe if he pushed himself it wouldn't be so bad. Strawberry twittered softly overhead, seeming to encourage him. After a long moment he began to head toward the two strangers, paws moving quietly across the pale sand until he was within earshot of them, keeping a safe distance. "H-h-hello," he stammered out softly.