in the lion's den
03-04-2014, 02:20 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-12-2014, 09:01 AM by Altavro.)
[flesh and bone] The wolf was a golden ghost, wandering these lands without running into a single kindred soul. It had been maybe a moon since he had last communed with another wolf. Or maybe it had been more. Altavro wasn't entirely certain, but one thing was for sure; he certainly enjoyed the peace and quiet. It was pleasant to not be spending time in the company of wolves who managed to get themselves hurt in stupid ways, to say the least. But even as he thought that, Altavro's gaze was scanning the countryside to seek out herbs that would be useful. These lands grew an abundance of wildflowers and plants of a variety of uses, he was sure, but the ones that the golden male sought were ones that he could use in his life. It was useful now more than ever to know where certain herbs grew (yarrow and elderberry and lamb's ear and juniper) as he did not have a den in which he could store them. If any wolf got hurt, they would be dependent on his ability to locate these herbs swiftly. Of course, that was assuming that the wolf got hurt near him. Altavro had scented a solid two packs nearby, which meant that the odds were in the favor of this hypothethical injured wolf being a pack wolf, which in turn meant that they would probably already have a healer. And perhaps they would not recognize the mark of the Nomads and be unwilling to accept his help - it wasn't unheard of, after all. Altavro had run into quite a few wolves in this past year that had not heard of the wandering band of healers. It had been quite a culture shock the first time, but by now, Altavro was largely used to it. Didn't mean he had to like it, but then again, little satisfied the crotchety wolf. As the sun rose higher in the sky, Altavro found the heat prickling at his skin growing steadily more distasteful. With a huff, the golden male flopped against the earth, not even bothering to seek out shade. There was no shade up here. Back in his day, there had always been a tree to rest under when the days got too hot. But of course, he had decided to explore the world and now here he was, obscenely hot and with nowhere to go to get out of the sun. Just his luck. There had better not be any injured wolves, he thought irritably, but of course, knowing the way the world worked, someone would pop up nursing an injury any second now. He just had to wait for the gods to deliver them upon him. Ugh. |