Sokoláta was the first herbalist of the Omoú Pack. He served them well, and healed many a pack member. As the end of the year approached, Sokoláta felt his strength waning, but he wanted to hold on just a little longer, just enough to see the new year come.
As a bright new sun rose into the sky, Sokoláta gazed up at it with teary, slightly milky eyes (he had lost a lot of his vision in the past days). A smile raised the corner of his lips and he gave a gentle push of the head to Skóni, who was sitting by his side, blue eyes full of worry. "Malakós will do fine, don't worry about me. Look at the sun rising instead, it is glorious." Sokoláta murmured. Skóni turned his head for just a moment, looking up.. And when he looked back down, the old herbalist's eyes had closed. He had stopped moving completely, with just the barest hint of a smile left on his lips. "Good trip to the heavens, my old friend." Skóni murmured, voice raw. He would miss Sokoláta.
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