Fumitory Friends

Starling was hunting, though not so much in the meat sense. He was hunting for certain herbs, taking a break from his training to add to his stores. He sure would have a lot to carry back to Abaven, but at least he'd be able to refill his stocks. His eyes were sharp, determined to find anything he knew of, and even things he didn't know much of either. If it was colorful or seemed to be of use he'd carry it home to Arian and ask her opinion. The ocean here reminded him of the new herb Arian had taught him, Earth smoke... He wondered briefly if it would be here. She said she had found it around Donostrea...whatever that is. When his gaze settled on the oddly colored wolf he blinked slightly, tilting his head as a wave washed over him. Who in their right mind would lay in the ocean...here of all places! This place was so cold, it was nothing like Abaven. So with curiousity he trotted towards him. "A-are you o-okay?" He asked softly, keeping enough distance between them so he could make a break for it if he had too. But the healer in him wouldn't let this go uninspected. If the man was hurt, Starling could possibly help him...or at least assess what was wrong and call for Arian. "O-or are y-you just l-laying in t-the ocean-n beac-cause y-you're c-crazy." He tried to joke, a small, timid smile upon his lips as he stared at him,, tilting his head just slightly.

"Burn Baby Burn"
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