Growing Pains

He was sorely lacking in usable herbs. It was hard keeping anything in stock this season considering how the weather had been. Everything he found so far had been flooded, waterlogged, the abundance of rain practically killing the little flora he'd been able to find, and driving the fauna further away. It was frustrating to say the least, and as he looked at his meager pile of herbs, he couldn't help but feel like he was failing. Perhaps he had to go and venture further out. Perhaps trade another pack for what he needed. He lifted his lips at that thought. He wasn't very keen on having to beg another pack for something. Huffing, he stored what he had before slipping out of his den. Perhaps Mother would know what he could do to remedy the situation...perhaps not...he wasn't sure. He seldom asked for help with anything, but perhaps he might need to. At least this once.