LORD, I AM CLIMBING HIGH MOUNTAINS TRYING TO GET HOME
Trying to get home...
Lyndvarr was on a mission, intent on stocking up on various herbs in this foreign land. He still didn't know the natures of the packs here and fully believed that an attack could happen at any time. He had to be prepared. On top of that it was taking him longer than usual to find the herbs he needed an he was having to travel great distances to maneuver the terrain. Panting the male stopped. He could hear his stomach lightly start to rumble…. damn.
Well, he'd better hurry with this and get back to Lærke then maybe they could go hunting. Lynvarr stepped into the thicket, maneuvering lightly through the grass as he kept his eyes peeled for one in particular that would help with battle injuries…yarrow. Nostrils flared as he hunted for the strong, sweet scent of the yarrow plant. It was difficult with the other flowering plants about him casting their scents into the air. As he did so he became aware of two other wolves nearby. Hmmm… perhaps they would know?
Slipping through the brush he came across a dark colored male and female, his pale sapphire gaze fell to the plants that the male was gathering and Lyndvarr smiled. Jack pot! The viking in Lyndvarr stirred… he could just fight this male and take the herbs but… gaze shifted to the female. Lynd was never thrilled with uneven battles and there was no real need for violence. Besides he was specifically looking for yarrow and if this male was a native it would be far more helpful to ask and know where to look in the future.
"Pardon me… would either of you happen to know if there is any yarrow growing about this thicket?"
