ever since Chrysanthos had found him, Thaddeus had been watching the young man work. the Olympia pure-blood was a healer; he fixed people. he fixed wounds. he fixed lots of stuff. he found it a bit fascinating someone could make shit-all out of plants. plants tasted like shit to begin with, so it was both confusing and interesting. he'd nose around the plains restlessly, trying to find something to bring back to his apparent savior. he wasn't grateful to the pure-blood; he was indebted. he knew his place as much as he hated it. the wounds over his body had not healed completely, and he had snuck away out of the pure-blood's sight to get some time to himself. Chrysanthos and his fuckin' monkey-lemur thing were always there. applying more paste to his sunken body and making sure he ate and had water. Thad was feeling at least a bit better, so he left the patient den and went to explore. even he didn't know why he bothered to bring something back to the young man. maybe deep down, he just tried to help repay him. maybe deep down, he was grateful his life had been saved. Thad didn't expect to run into anyone here; he was close enough to Olympia to sneak back in whenever he wanted. but for now, he'd continue to nose about and sniff for some sort of plant his sister had taught him about. "239/1500 words"

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anshee was on her way to being a proper little healer. Having experienced the birth of her father's new litter as well as taking some lessons beneath Luce she was getting okay at basic medicine as well as being a denmother. But, what about all the other medicine out there? There is so much to learn and take ahold of. So, the youngling wandered out of the territory in hopes to find what she was looking for. Having grown up with the albinism trait running so thick in her family the girl couldn't help but to wonder if she could make a sunblock. Both Belle's pups, father, Recluse, and Dutch's pups had a touch of the trait. A sunblock could really come in handy once all the pups were roaming outside of the dens.

The Klein female found herself within the Plains. On the way to the region she had picked up a few marigold and agrimony flowers. Both of which don't usually grow in the plains so it would be handy to have. What she was seeking within the region were Lamb's Ears. The plant had very soft leaves that would make for an amazing way to press the sunblock ointment into the skin. She also knew that the leaves had a healing element when crushed up as well.

As she wandered around with narrowed eyes and a slight grimace a scent filled her nose. Sadly, it was not herbals. But, it held the taste of a canine. With a raised brow the girl continued with her slow steps and searching gaze. But, she was on high alert for the stranger. - Not after but a few minutes Banshee's eyes took hold of movement. A tall and strange looking Wolfdog. The Klein girl had the flower stems in her mouth as she raised her head above the grass to take a further look. What a strange creature.. Banshee hesitated as she thought of maybe going back home. But, she was on a mission and perhaps the stranger would be of assistance.. The pup took a few steps closer to the Wolfdog and dropped the flowers on the ground at her paws. "What are you?"

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they didn't exactly have a lot growing up in a cave. Thaddeus would frown, furrowing his brows as he tried to remember what Theodora had taught him. 'One day, I won't be here, Thaddy' she had said, not knowing how soon that would be. he had scoffed at her attempts to care about him. it was only by the lavender's scent that he would pause rifling through the plains. the purple flower bloomed in a few patches, causing the young man to arch a brow. he remembered once, when he was very young... his sister had given him a piece of lavender to calm him down. he failed to recall what had started it, but she called it a 'chill pill'. of course, right now there was perhaps a better term for that. an anti-anxiety medication. he knew you could wash with lavender to calm down, but he didn't know how to extract the oil. he was too inexperienced. but he did know someone could take it to sleep too. his mind was very troubled lately. if he gathered some, he could take it back to Olympia and make a sleeping pill. the pure-bloods had better stock than him simply nosing about the plains alone. but he didn't know what else went into a sleeping pill. lavender was... lavender was.. it was just one of those universal plants. too vast for his small mind to recall certain things. "what are you?" caused his head to turn. he saw a pretty little girl a few paces away, having dropped her bundle of herbs to speak to him. "A mistake" he'd sneer almost sadly as he replied to her. he didn't need to be reminded of his mixed blood and how the desirable appearance of the twins had led to them being captured. his eyes dropped to her bundle, wondering if he could take them from her but decided against it. he didn't know if they were harmful, and as much as it'd be amusing to watch Chrysanthos' eyes widened with horror if he was presented them... he shook the thought away. "what're ya doin' with those, eh?" he'd give a nod to her flowers. they all looked the same to him. "970/1500 words" sleeping pill mentioned