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The boy following him around was unnecessarily annoying. Perhaps it was because Drakien didn't really have time to stop and chat; he thought it might mostly be that he was overly confidant and somewhat cocky. Drakien really didn't have time for that. Still, he laid out his warning, and then moved off, following the river which he could just see glittering out of the corner of his eye. Then he had to pause, because he wasn't sure if he'd have time to make it all the way to the beach, find kelp, and come back. How much kelp would he need? Were the nettles in his bag enough? The questions only served to distract and stress him more than before. So it was with a far-away look in his eyes and an absent voice that he answered, "They're not posies. They're nettles. For infection," He added, and began walking again, this time toward the river. If he could find any kelp that may have washed down from a spring farther up. Or even an ocean; he hadn't explored that far yet.
If he could find nothing, however, then he would return without it. He hadn't gotten very far when the younger male began harassing him again, and he spared the male a small glare as he walked, finding the riverbed and plunging his hands into the icy water without thought. "As a matter of fact, I am bothered," He grumbled, and groped around the rocks at the bottom, hoping to find even a single strand of seaweed. He found none. Shrugging it off, he got up, brushing the water off his hands and ignoring the chill in the air which quickly brought numbing tingles to his forearms. "There is a cougar somewhere out here, and rather than going and taking revenge on the stupid beast, I have to clean up after it." Shaking his head in irritation, he began heading back to the cave, keeping an ear perked for any pained cries Breixo might have uttered. There were none; that frightened him. Glancing at the gray male following him about, he pressed his ears back in a somewhat angry expression as he added in more of a snarl, "And now that you've come along, I've wasted valuable time entertaining your inane desire for conversation, rather than helping anyone." His voice descended into a smaller, quieter tone, betraying the fact that he wasn't actually angry; worry sometimes did that to him, making him more snappish and snarly than anything.
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