Aranck was looking for some herbs to ease his arthritis in his paws. With the weather changing like it was recently, it was acting up a lot. He sometimes hated the weather. Of course, heading from the Great Tribe to here in AniWaya was not exactly a walk in the park. But luck was not with him today.
He had been searching for plants to help sooth his arthritis so he could create either a poultice or a compress. Yet he wasn’t familiar with the plants in the area, so he was having trouble finding them. He was glad for his walking stick at this moment. His bones in general were sore today and he swore in AniWayan. Taga gave him a sharp but amused looked. Which he simply ignored.
So he sat next to the Great Fire and stared into the flames, hoping for some answers from their eternal wisdom. But a song popped into his head. As the river cuts his path Though the river's Proud and strong He will choose the Smoothest course That's why rivers Live so long They're steady ... As the steady Beating drum Taga nodded his approval of the song and Aranck gave a self-satisfied smirk.
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