Nurturing and ever-vigilant

After his trip to Moontouched Cliffs, Bancha was left ruminating on what direction he wanted to take in life. The mysterious Ellara he had met had mentioned a phrase that struck a cord within him. Nurturing and ever-vigilant. It described him well enough that he made his way from the cliffs along the coast and into the new territory that Scylla had recently moved them to.

Mangroves grew bountiful in this marshy area. Their twisted and gnarled roots created perfect hiding holes for animals alike - even the dangerous sort. Not much light reached the ground through the dense canopy. Though it is dim here, it has a brightness to it that he can’t explain. Strips of dry ground lead pathways through the mangrove forest while criss-crossing streams weave in and out. No doubt, one would get wet here even if they weren’t trying.

As he wanders, looking for Scylla, a plant catches his eye. Swamp milkweed! It was a very universal sort of plant that could be used in almost any and all salves. Excited to find something so useful, Bancha hurries over to it. Still wanting to meet with the new leader, Bancha tips his head back and lets loose a requesting howl. Nothing urgent or demanding - Bancha could never be like that. Just whenever she made her way to where he was, he would appreciate it.

In the meantime, as he awaits, he starts to gather the milkweed, placing it gently on the ground in a pile nearby.

BANCHA