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When Creosote first came across Sequoia and Cricket in the western mountain ranges, he had just dispersed from his birth pack and was searching for a home to call his own. This was far easier said than done. Try as he might he was not a natural born hunter, didn't know his elk trails from his deer trails, and to top it all off he was borderline useless in a fight. To the wolves of the mountains he was considered faint hearted at best and a coward at worst.
It wouldn't be long until he found his calling. About a month into his time in the mountains a young wolf showed up at death's doorstep. She was written off as a lost cause, as no one in the pack could do anything for her, but he couldn't sit by and do nothing as she wasted away in front of his eyes. So what if he didn't have what it took to be a hunter or a scout? There were still other things he could do. Tireless nights were spent scraping together all the old knowledge of herbs and healing he'd come across in his youth, until finally he managed it.
He saved the young wolf's life and when he came back to the mess of plants he'd been using, he felt at home.
Ever since he has been one of the most respected wolves of the Summit.
Herbalist 
Herbalist