Test Your Luck

Jakart was unperturbed by Callisto's standoffish demeanor as he trailed behind. So many herbs in the lands and she was off hunting for one that may or may not exist in these parts. Something different. The male scampered on, nose occasionally dipping to the ground to try and decipher the scents of herbs. Sweet, pungent, all mixed together in a confusing swirl of odors, and to be honest he didn't k ow were to start. Some overpowered others, and he deemed them to be more common and so a waste of time along with Callisto's visibly draining patience.

It must have been frustrating, looking for something that could cure and ailment. Prey was much easy, familiar scents, few and plentiful. But herbs. Herbs and roots were another matter. One had to find it first to scent it and recall its smell. By far the trickier of the two, and so Jakart would keep pace beside Callisto as she searched. Something up ahead held virtue in it's familiarity. And Jakart beamed, tail giving a wag at the tree. Sandalwood, a fine oil used to treat burns. His father had used the stuff in his younger days. Jakart turned to Callisto. "Sandalwood up ahead. Would Ebony need something like that?" The male took the lead towards the tree, calling back over a shoulder when be reached the trunk. "It's good for burns."