Saren was still on his adventure to see more of the world and hadn’t yet decided to go home. On this day he had decided to see what was around in the way of healing plants and herbs. He spotted some tall green clumps of something that looked rather stick like growing out of the ground (horsetail). He carefully picked one out of the ground using his teeth. looking at just the one of them he saw that it looked like a tiny pine tree, with small branches coming out of every direction. He wasn’t quite sure if it had any medicinal uses but he might find out. Now it was time to mentally run through all of the ways an herb could be used and try one.

Timid, heartbroken little Motif didn’t quite know what to do with herself. Her family was everything, and her self-proclaimed exile hurt. She was, however, starved for company, so when she found the scent of a stranger, she did not turn tail and run. She had done that a few times, she was ashamed to admit, but she didn’t know how to handle company much these days.

Instead of intruding, or introducing herself, the timid girl watched quietly, in avid interest as the wolf picked up what looked like a tiny tree. What was it, what did he plan to do with it? She had no idea.

As Saren was eyeing the plant he had just plucked from the ground he noticed the girl that had crept up to see what he was doing. He had certainly been there before, to see somebody doing something and curious yet too afraid to intrude. He would be careful about this, he didn’t intend to scare her away. Saren looked over at the girl, eyes remaining soft. He actually had to look up if he wanted to meet her eyes, she was certainly taller than him. She was primarily black with some white markings here and there, of course he didn’t recognize them as belonging to any particular line. Doing his best to have his voice come off smooth and calming he said “Hi, I’m Saren. I’m picking some of this plant so I can see what it does.”