10-16-2010, 06:29 AM
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A spare hand rested comfortably against the bag leaning against his side as he trotted along the borders, though in pursuit of other things than lonely creatures. Seasons brought quantities of growth useful for the common herbalist, and while there were many gifted medics in Dahlia de Mai, Conor never turned from a passionate hobby. He had set legs and made remedies, and it would never be a silly thing to have a fat stack of different plants with medical abilities. He thought about calling together the pack’s healers in the small hospital that he had taken over a few blocks away from the street where he lived. Supplies were gathered there, medicines and books for those in search and need for it. The young alpha had little trouble sharing around on what he had spent months collecting. He continued to believe they were all family here, and family helped and supported each other no matter what.
The air was starting to carry a hint of salt by the time he discovered that there were other things here than the typical scenery of green and exploding reds and browns. The darker male that eventually drifted close enough for his eyes to spot seemed at ease by just strolling just outside of Dahlia’s claimed lands. Conor’s head titled slightly to the side as he quickly sized the stranger up before gathering those usual words spoken by the borderlands. ”Greetings, Stranger,” unlike so many others, this fellow did not seem lost at all. Moving slowly towards the unknown optime, the golden Dahlian hesitated only to scoot up scattered growths that could be of use.