Staub was not always a herbalist, and frankly, never thought of himself to be chosen as one. Born within a pack, he soon found himself far from that life. Dropped with dismay into the paws of a mother who hadn't even wanted her own litter, let alone to be given an entirely new mouth to feed. She hadn't been apart of a pack, and he had grown up not understanding the family system of one.
When he was almost of adult age, he set off from them all (more of, kicked out.) and with his short-tempered attitude, he didn't exactly get far. Often times, other wolves would find him to be something nice to look at, but not something they wanted to listen to or hear. Which only seemed to grow his short, uneven temper as he lashed out at others exactly just for that. Poking holes in anything they would say, and his words lacing with pure venom. It drove anyone away.
For a good while, he was isolated from others. Depending on nothing more than himself to hunt, and not having that much strength to his bite, it became difficult soon enough. And exhausting, on top of it all. Eventually, a group seemed to find him. Though it was not as large as he had imagined a pack to be. With boundless members of up to forty, all clamored uncomfortably within the same space, the three members felt like home eventually, especially when they were willing to put up with his foul temper. Along with that, he became the herbalist when it was shown that he simply was not able to pull the brunt of strength in dangerous situations. For hunting, he'd have to be strong enough to take down prey. For scouting, he'd have to be ready for any sort of enemies that might arise. And neither.., was exactly his strong-suit. Being trained to be a herbalist soon came up, and it was the only route he was able to take. He had mellowed out considerably from when he had first arrived, up until a new annoyance began to itch at his fury.
Liebe.
An outsider who trailed after him forcibly, only to be accepted into the pack without a seconds hesitation. Though Staub may be able to understand, after all, they were low on members and Begleiterin had a difficult time scouting the surrounding territories on her own for dangers. But they had to accept him of all wolves? Now, he had a constant shadow following him whenever the wolf himself wasn't working. It was infuriating, and no matter how many times he snapped at him, the damned wolf would not leave him be.
..So he began to opt for ignoring him.
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