Skorn

~ ^ Skorn ^ ~






Skorn's muzzle shuffled around a bit in a thornbush, searching for a herb his absent mind had forgotten the name of. After shuffling for what felt like twenty minutes to him, he jolted his head back with a snort, shaking his mane and sauntering to a meadow. He knew he was in pack territory, and knew he had to find the herb quickly, but he couldn't be bothered to rush.

Eventually night fell, and to no avail he was still shuffling around the place. His paws were sore from travelling and his nose had cuts all over from messing around in thorn bushes. His pelt was tangled among branches and dirt, he'd look no better than a wet cat, but worse. Eventually as he was sniffing around sleepiness got the better of him and he suddenly felt his foot slip. With a yelp he tumbled down painfully through the thorn bushes, the fingers of the bush snagging his matted pelt and tearing mercilessly. Multiple times he came close to having his eyes poked out and his fur torn away. After a long tumble he lay dazed for a moment.




A young, rather pretty she-wolf poked her nose against Skorn's flank. "Are you okay..?" Her voice was soothing and warm, yet still had an authoritative tone. Skorn's chin struggled to lift itself from the ground. His body felt heavy and sore. "Could be better," he huffed, letting his chin drop once more.

The midnight she-wolf moaned in frustration, "What were you doing, and why are you here?" she asked with a more colder scolding tone. "You know this is pack territory, right?"

Skorn stared at her a moment, dumbfounded, he struggled to work up the words needed. "Well- I- I guess I was looking for a herb." His voice grew into an ascending groan as he forced himself up into a sitting position. "I suppose I grew overconfident and decided to search here." He bowed his head. "I apologize, I'll leave by morning."

"I'm Onyx," The she-wolf relaxed a little, "are you a Herbalist?"
Skorn blinked for a moment in confusion, "Herbalist..?" He cocked his head to the side.
"Herbs, herbalist. They heal, collect berries," she specified, "have you been trained for such?"
Skorn looked away, his brain was far too jumbled to think straight. "Uh... sure." He nodded with uncertainty.
"If you'd like, my pack is in need of a Herbalist," Onyx lowered her head to meet his eyes.
Skorj lifted his head, Onyx's eyes followed. "If you wish, I could take that role."
"Our pack lies just beyond the ridge, be there by morning, for now I'd recommend you rest. I'll alert the pack of a newcomer."

END