The Swaying Grasses

Rogue had to smile as the little scamp made her way to sit with him. She was a cute thing, and he had a feeling that she was going to be someone extremely important to him. But whether he had the heart to bring her with him is another story. It was like 'little sister' all over again, she had wanted to go with him, even begged him to take her with him when he left, but he did not have the heart to separate her from her grandfather, and that sealed her fate. But Orica is different, she has a lovely home and is going to be well feed, she will have no reason to be taken from her father or mother, not like 'little sister' did.

He smiled sweetly as she went on to talk about her wrestling prowess. She reminded him of... Well her father. Being one of three boys they where contently fighting, trying to prove who was the most dominant. Well Rogue was always the loser, no matter who he was fighting. Gargoyle was also a monster, twice if not three times as big as his siblings, and Collision was more aggressive, and besides Rogue was not a fighter, he was a hunter. He smiled at the little whelp, "That reminds me of your father, he used to sit on me and I would have to call to mother to get his large butt to move." He chuckled, his eyes shinning as he looked at his niece. "He was fat even as a pup."

Then she started to talk, telling him her hopes and dreams and what noble ones they where. She wanted to heal hurts not dish them out like so many Thaddeus have met over the years. The Major blood wolves where not the first or last wolves Rogue met in his travels, He had seen so much destruction and blood in his life, but not enough good or healing; being one of those wolves that made the world a better place was a noble road, one he wishes his niece more luck at then he had.

He looked at the little girl, his eyes showing all the love in the world for her, which was shocking how easy it was to love this little girl beside him. "Healing is a noble quest, darlin'. I was saved by a good healer the day I got this scar, he was an older fellow, but very skilled at what he did. If he was not, I would have died, no ifs ands or buts about it. He saved my life, in more ways then one." He was also the leader of the small Lesser Blood Pack and the grandfather to 'little sister'. "I do not know much about healing but I do know the land, and some of the plants that are used for healing and there uses, would you like to hear about them?" He looked about him, seeing the many plants a herbs about them, he was not skilled in healing what so ever, but he had once helped a healer collect the supplies needed to treat the wounded.