Gentle hearts

Hanataro had spent most of the day trying to preserve some horsetail. Perhaps he should ask one of his fathers for a satchel of some kind so he could carry supplies. He was always super careful not to get hurt, but he couldn’t help feeling…. Weaker than everyone else. He frowned sighing as he dragged a paw over one of the dried plants. Perhaps it was time he had a sit down with his family. Yet he was far too nervous, he found himself listless. The little story teller just wanting to hide away among his stories.

"The prince doesn’t sit idly by while his people suffer." he mumbled before gathering up the herbs into a small pile. Later he needed to go out and look for some more. For now the slightly dog blooded pup would lay there with his pile trying to get the motivation to even rise. This was stupid, where had all his energy gone?