Um

Um's ears perk up at the sound of a distant cough, and he sets on his way to find the source.
After a while of marching on, he steps slowly into a pack site, trying not to be seen. The sick wolf is easily spotted for such an experienced medicine man.

"Not feeling well?"

The wolf jerks up at the sound of an unknown voice and bares his teeth.

"Now now, is that any way to treat someone who wants to help you?"

He sits back down. 'Now's my chance. I could have a home. I could be needed.'

"Drink this, you'll feel better" Um sets a funny looking liquor down. And sets to the nearest den to set up shop.

The black wolf stares at him wearily, wondering how he fixed something like that up.

"I'm a medicine man," he says with confidence, "the best from my homeland. You don't seem to have someone as smart as me here, you know, it's a dangerous world out there. I can help when you're…. Not well. Now, all I need is food, and shelter, and it won't cost you a dime. I could save your pack's lives, you know."

The black wolf scoffs. "Or I could chase you away, and take your funny little trinkets here."

Um widens his eyes "You could, but good luck. There's worse illnesses than a petty cold. You know you can't do it without me."

The other wolf walks away, defeated, and lets him continue making his home here.

'Score'


During the lesson: New Puppy almost dozed off during a lecture on herb habitats and moisture requirements. Um grumpily told her to take a break, even though it was a fascinating topic in his opinion.