the smell of herbs was rare in the desert. benny only knew valk and nazu for being trained for carrying herbs around on them; other than that most of their supplies was hoarded at the fortress. injured brought in and patched up crudely, hoping they would survive it and not get infection. good thing no one has been unlucky enough to find themselves in that situation yet. levi didn't quite count... he was an outsider when he was first taken in. he turned out fine, mostly.


benny was unaware of the relationship val held with butch; even if he had he most likely wouldn't have cared anyhow. the laws of this place was what kept them kicking for this long and if the occasional hiccup between weird loyalty outside of the pitt just so happened to take place, it was normally dealt with rather quickly. just looking from his own perspective. his loyalty was still remained within himself, but even after his time spent here he gained a purpose to stay. to fight their shared enemies.


the enemy of my enemy is my friend. he thought to himself upon strolling passed an abandoned shack. he scented something strange inside and poked is head through the doorway, eyes narrowing as they zero in on the canine across. "how th' hell you get this place all t' yourself?" his tone was rough but not aggressive. his expression relaxed and a humorous smirk spread across his maw as he approached val. "would'a figured the finks to pile in by now, yeah?"