Never Made It As A Wise Man
05-08-2014, 02:32 AM
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The fawn marked male was engrossed in his search. The scents of the fern gully enveloping his senses with so many different herbs and plants. Some he had never seen nor smelled before, others he was quite familiar with. With his leather pouch in tow, he began to pick out some herbs that would be useful for him in the coming winter. Lamb's ear was his main focus, as were a few other herbs that would help him with bleeding and colds. Sniffing around a bit more, he located a large patch of Meadowsweet. And it was as he was picking this, that a voice startled him. Backing out in a frenzy, Amber eyes located the source of the voice. It was a young girl, she seemed to be friendly, though it was her remark about his being on pack lands that got him. What if one of her pack mates came out and wasn't so friendly? He figured perhaps he could request to finish what he was looking for and then be on his way. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize I had trespassed. Please, I don't want to cause trouble, I was just looking for a few certain herbs before Winter kills them all off, and it's imperative that I find them in case of...an accident." He gazed at her with truth in his eyes, his body relaxed though holding a hint of submission. It was then he wondered which pack he had crossed into, and it was by her smell that it became apparent, for he had scented it before on one unforgettable. "You're a Seracian, aren't you?" "Talk here." |
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