He moved like that of a ghost across the land, in his jaws were a collection of herbs that he'd been scrambling to round up for the past two days. His pelt was a mess, blended at the sides with dirt and bits of grass that clung to his wiry hide with ease though they did not bother him, in fact they pleased him because it meant that he'd been working hard to fulfill his duty to Naira. Finally, he had collected enough herbs to call himself a useful medic. Though he held the title for months, he did not feel official until he had his tools-- the medicine pile he would need to treat and heal the wounds that were bound to effect the health of his family, and summer was the season for injuries. With warm weather brought bravery, a feeling that made young adults and yearlings feel invincible but their skin was weak, and their hide could only endure so much abuse before it bent a will and blood was the result but they need not worry for now, with these tools, he could mend them.


His sense of direction was flawed but he moved with the expertise of a traveler, stopping on occasion to sniff out the scent of his fellow Keepers, one scent in particular disturbed him, that of Sagacity and the faintness of it but he kept those feelings bottled within him. He knew that eventually she would grow more active and serve as the second of the pack, a strong figure to their leadership and Couth was fairly proud of her, she had worked hard to sustain her rank; he on the other hand had been thrown into it. He was proud of his ability to maintain such a high rank, it meant that he had a loyalty and strength that was unknown to him until now, it would be more time yet before he realized what he could do with his abilities.


Stopping a second time to search for the scent of the Keep he found one that was foreign, mixed into it was the stench of blood and it lingered toward the direction of their borders. It had been a while since visitors found their way to the Hollow and he wondered what they desired of them, especially carrying the stench of blood upon them. Entering the scene his mocha colored eyes took in the red figure, critiquing the wound that flash a vibrant crimson on his haunch--he was injured, but why did he think to stop here? "What is your business?" he asked, his voice more confident then usual as he dropped the herbs softly at his feet. He had no interest in healing strangers, despite his pledge to help those in need, and he could tell from this distance that the youth needed immediate assistance, "how did you get that beauty?" he asked with a gesture toward his wound, not making any suggestion that he was a medic and could help.