The hunt for Trillium

The young man had been searching for a rather rare herb for several days now. The small white flower had so far been quite elusive of his search. Then again this land, Alacritis, was new to him. Here he was a rogue were as, in his homeland, Calarada he had been apart of a great pack who called themselves Nomads. He would forever be a nomad wolf and he wouldn't have it any other way.

He had earned the mark of a half trained nomad healer 2 days before he chose to leave. At the time he had no doubt in his mind that he would find other nomads with as many cousins as he had. Yet, he hadn't found any. Maximous refused to believe that he was the only wolf from his home that resided within Alacritis.

A rabbit ran across his path and his stomach growled. Max hadn't eaten yet today but he was on a mission and he wasn't about to abandon it yet. The small white flower, known as Trillium, had to be found. As a rogue the plant would never loose its usefulness. His only patients out here amongst the packless were those who typically had infected wounds by the time they found him.