Everything as of late was rather stressful for a man who usually didn't care about anything. A sigh escaped his lips as he tended to his plants. Winter was approaching, and during the harsh winter land his plants would die out. He would have to wait until spring to grow them again, so harvesting them to their full potential was key. If he had to go an entire season sober he would go crazy. He had just grasped a few buds and eaten them when Maverick's call rang out across Seracia. He was summoning everyone, so it was a meeting for sure. Nudging his plants he said a goodbye, then turned and went on his way. It only took a few moments for him to reach the others. A little group had already formed, and he was happy that he wasn't late. Being late could mean a downshift in ranks, or worse, getting kicked out. If he got kicked out of Seracia he didn't know what he would do. "Maverick." He nodded to his king, then took a seat among the rest of the pack. What could this be about he wondered?
