Rusty, the eldest wolf in the pack, was found with his head resting over a pile of recently replaced dirt in the rain near the edge of the forest by Isaac. He had recently lost his mate, Bekka, due to an infection that had been left uncured by their alpha, who had deemed her too old to waste his supplies on her. He won't say much about his past, and seems to radiate a calm sadness. He tends to sit quietly in a small field of black tulips in his free time, which he had planted himself after learning how to plant seeds, and look up at the clouds or night sky. Bekka had always loved these black tulips. When he's not watching the sky, he's out finding herbs and trying to learn new things to prevent the deaths that're preventable, no matter the age of the wolf in question.
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My first herbalist and oldest wolf in the pack for a good while. Hopefully he can meet up with Bekka once more when he passes his job onto Kalio, a wolf who had the same caring heart this old fellow did.
