Slithering, slippery snake plants
Explore and herb gather!
Arató had traveled far, aimlessly following his whims for adventure. His tongue yo-yoed from between his teeth as he walked. The drool had stopped dripping from his maw and he could feel the tremors of dehydration creeping through his muscles. His stomach felt tight and empty, sunken up into his ribs. Despite the obvious fatigue of his body, his silver eyes remained fixed ahead, skittering curiously about his surroundings. He was not ready to give in to the fatigue yet.
The ground had grown wet beneath his paws and he could hear the quiet growls of a river not far ahead. He forced his ears to remain perked on his skull as he followed the sound around a moss-laden boulder. If he had he been in a better state, he might have smelled the other wolf he was approacing. Nevertheless, he only caught a glimpse of his company when he stepped down towards the muddy bank of the river.
Upon seeing the other young male, Arató let out an excited bark of greeting. His tail swayed eagerly behind him and he made to pick up a trot in the other wolfs direction. Despite his efforts, his legs fumbled over the wet ground and he tripped well enough to land him on his side in the mud. He did not immediately try to pick himself up, but instead tilted his head to peer in the direction of his company, hoping they had seen or hear enough of him to notice his presence. They appeared to be engrossed in a particular plant, yet Arató could not tell what the plant was.