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Starling was excited, happy even...untill he heard his father's voice from atop their den. Ears pulled back as he stared up at his father, a puppy pout instantly pulling at his features. He didn't want to learn? Why not! "Ma papà ~!" He whined, pawing at his dried horsetail plant before he sighed and sat down. They weren't so far away, Starling's store of herbs were never too far from his den. He had dug a little hole for them beneath some undergrowth near their den, and they had been safe there so far. He had to be wary of snakes though, but now that it was cooling down, he wasn't too worried. It was in the spring, when they were all ready to make snake babies, that he had to defend his store. But that's beside the point. "I-it c-could save...your life Dad! Wh-what would h-happen if..if you're h-hurt...and no one is...is there to heal you! Wh-what if I'm n-not there.." He whined, truley concerned. Everyone should have basic understanding of wound healing, even if it's just a patch job untill they can get some treatment. "I-I tried fighting...p-please try this.." His voice was small as he continued to fidget with the horsetail plant, his body hunched just slightly.

"Burn Baby Burn"
"Italian"