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Dried grass crunched underpaw as the weight of the large swissy bent and broke the dried husks of what used to be healthy green grass blades.  Baine seemed to glide past the surrounding stone grave markers, his paws large and sure and gait confident.  If it weren't for how dry the grass was today, he likely wouldn't make a sound regardless of his size.  The male was quite skilled at maneuvering nearly silently despite his size, which would suggest such a feat was impossible.

Thankfully, it seemed like it would soon rain and bring moisture back to the ground at some point today.  The sky was cloudy and grey, but neither Baine's nose nor his whiskers could pick up a sign that the rain would be coming soon.  He was mulling over his decision to join Rook's pack.  Thus far the brute had no regrets of his choice; but then, it had only just begun, and the pack wasn't officially formed yet so there was still time for it to go south on him.  Baine liked Rook, his new leader.  He liked that she was a female, and that she made it clear she would take no nonsense.  While he certainly thought there was a part of her that was rather foolish and lapse with common sense in the self-preservation department, he also found that respecting her would likely some easily to him.  She was forward and open thus far, and that was something Baine appreciated.  She also had a way of analyzing thing quickly that showed the sharp mind she had, something else he appreciated.  Yes, he believed she would make a fine alpha female.

But what would it be like, going back to pack life once more after all these years a stray?  Baine had stayed in this particular city mostly out of curiosity and lack of a need to press on, but not any deeper meaning than that.  He supposed it could be home for him now.  He could perhaps live out the remainder of his years here, healer of a pack, teaching his knowledge of helpful herbs and remedies to others and training them as well in poisons and deadly plants.  There was nothing particularly appealing about this place, but then, there was nothing particularly revolting either.  And the climate and location made herbs and plants very plentiful.

In fact, that was why Baine had come here today.  The thick moss that covered most of this old abandoned human dwelling was very useful, and he wanted to peel some off and stash it away for future use.  The moss that grew here was of various different species, the primary one being perfect for the first-aid care of wounds.  It was highly absorbent and would staunch the flow of blood from a wound, while also encouraging a speedy recovery as it helped suck out infection.  If dried before use, it worked even faster - assuming it hadn't been allowed to become brittle and completely dead.  It was really quite fascinating, the way these things worked.

Using his sharp teeth to pull off long strips of the thick green moss, Baine went to work collecting his treasure.  He would only take a few strips from each stone that was covered, allowing the moss to quickly grow back over the hole and therefore be covering the surface in half the time as if he were to strip it fully.  This way it would be unlikely to die out quickly.  Though he was absorbed in his task, Baine's sensitive ears flicked as he suddenly picked up the sound of approaching footsteps.  Laying his newest cultivated patch of moss on the pile he'd begun to acquire, the large male looked up, dark eyes searching for the approaching individual.


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