The quiet atmosphere was great for thinking. Liam sat near the water and listened to the stream. Occasionally he heard birds chirping in trees but those sounds only relaxed him even more. Watching the water flow, Liam let his mind drift to the up and coming winter. He felt so much more prepared nowadays, what with all of the gathering of food that had been done recently. He had helped out Caspa quite a bit and had hunted a few times a week – occasionally alone like today, but mostly with one or two pack mates. His thoughts of pack mates brought him to his favorite pack mate – Robin Aatte. He hadn't seen her in a while and he was beginning to miss her terribly. He knew now there was something going on that stretched the boundaries of friendship. He didn't know what to do about it though. For now his logic was to leave it be. He liked having a certain friendship with Robin and anything else would just be complicated. The last thing Liam wanted was complicated.
Complicated... something that was complicated – well, it was the plants aspect of healing. That was how Liam started thinking about herbs and how he would be able to learn more about brewing remedies. He wasn't about to try trial and error because that would just be foolish. He would have to find a book about it – or maybe go and see Soran and ask for her help. She had showed him some of her books when he'd gone to Crimson Dreams a few weeks ago. He liked her a lot and he had a feeling the feeling was mutual. She probably wouldn't mind... would she? And then thinking about Robin's grandmother brought him back to his patchwork best friend. What if he did tell her how he felt? What would be the harm – oof!
He smelt her a little too late, for she had already leaped from her position in the tree above him. Liam didn't have time to get ready for the attack and found himself lying flat on his back, a mass of bones, flesh and brown fur lying on top of him in a heap. “Damn!” he hissed as his head hit the solid earth floor. He stared up at those familiar green orbs. The fact that she hadn't broken any of his bones – or injured him at all – was perhaps the only reason why he wasn't in a complete rage right now. And maybe the fact that he considered her a friend.
To be honest, Liam was pleasantly surprised to see a familiar face – a fellow pack member he had met a couple times since she'd joined the pack. Unfortunately that pleasure was somewhat blurred by the fact that she was on him, and in a very uncomfortable fashion might I add. Liam smirked, squirming a little under the female. “What brings you here on such a lovely day, Terra?” he asked playfully, attempting to nibble at her left ear.
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