faccia mangiatore

It felt wonderful to be home. Not only did he get to see his siblings on a daily basis again, and get back into the swing of things but he could finally start rebuilding his store for the winter months. He had a lot of work ahead of him in order to sustain his inventory and have enough to tackle any of the problems he may face. He longed to play a more prominent role in Abaven, to be of use to his father and his family. He wanted to protect them in the only way he could, and that was through medicine. He was too clumsy to fight, even though he really wanted to learn how too. But he had come to the realization that he would always be rather pathetic when it came to battle or anything physical. But he had to learn! In times of war, if they ever came, Starling would have to know how to fight, he would have to be able to think on a dime and help his family with medicine and backup...right? That's what Shrike wanted to do. And that seemed....to be the most useful.

With a gentle sigh he trotted through the Nook, a good bundle of various herbs sitting delicately in his jaws. He had already spent a good portion of the day hunting for herbs, and now he was searching among the nook for more pain killers or something to aid his mother in her pregnancy. He had taken it upon himself to be her personal healer, and he would be the only one to handle her pregnancy, or so help him! He wanted this experience, he wanted to be there for his mother.....he just had to stock up his stores first.

"Burn Baby Burn"
"Italian"