Marce hadn’t been able to bring all of his herbs with him. Some of them had gone bad with time, others he’d just flat out lost from traveling so much. And, of course, there were those that he’d used on wolves who’d needed them. In other words, Marce was herbless and needed to restock. Ace needed an herb that could help with something that sounded like depression, and while Marce knew he could just offer shrooms, he didn’t want to get the kid hooked on anything. It wasn’t good to depend on something and then one day run out.
Selfishly, the healer also wanted to check out his old home, so he’d moseyed his way further north. Check out how things had turned out.
The closer he got to the labyrinth, the stronger the scent of wolves became. Had they ended up regrouping? Was the Union back? Suddenly excited, the large healer sent up a long, joyful howl, hoping to attract any of the pack wolves who’d once known him.
Mar 29, 2018 10:51 AM
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