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10-08-2024, 05:06 PM
It was well into the evening, the cicadas singing their song a little less fervently due to the red hue of the sky and well…everything. It was a relief to his ears, but unnerving in the same moment. His fur had long since settled along his nape and spine, no longer bristling at the silence and overall wrong feeling in the atmosphere. He was going about his business, using the hide of a rabbit he had killed to carry what he could find herb wise…well…he wouldn’t really call them herbs- that was for healing. These were of the more…lethal variety. He had managed to find a creek that hadn’t completely dried up, flora had still been green and vibrant there and he had been able to find some valuable arrow arum there- it was a bitch to harvest however. It had left a foul taste and slight burn to his tongue from where the juices of the stem had touched. He would survive, he was able to rinse his mouth fairly quickly, thankfully. Now he searched for more difficult plants to find. Squinting in the fading red light, he thought he saw a patch of Lilly of the Valley up ahead, but it was hard to tell with the red light, it hid the bright redness of the berries. Humming softly, the young wolf wandered towards it, jaws tightly holding his rabbit-skin pouch. |
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