A small wicker basket was clutched between the tabby's jaws as he made his way back into the foul-smelling swamp. The dark, dank, humid swamp was the one place in Tanglewood that Alaric had originally despised; now, he was reluctantly and sluggishly coming to accept its presence, regardless of how the mere prospect of venturing into it made him turn up his nose.
It was, however, the best place to find herbs in the territory. A variety of them grew there, including a few "exotic" ones that tended to draw his attention. He had no real use for them outside of practicing his poultice-making, and those he chose not to use were usually donated to the actual medics so that they might be able to take care of any patients that he doubted they had—after all, injuries that required medical attention tended to be relatively uncommon in a group of this size.
Alaric had not ventured far into the swamp when he took notice of a ferret standing on its hind legs. It was not at all common for a ferret to show up around here, and those that did tended to be sentient. As such, he would assume that this one was the same. The tabby approached it, and with a somewhat monotonous tone, he would say, "You're on Tanglewood territory. What's your name and what business do you have here?" He didn't so much like having to go through with the name-and-business part of things, but he supposed it was necessary.
It was, however, the best place to find herbs in the territory. A variety of them grew there, including a few "exotic" ones that tended to draw his attention. He had no real use for them outside of practicing his poultice-making, and those he chose not to use were usually donated to the actual medics so that they might be able to take care of any patients that he doubted they had—after all, injuries that required medical attention tended to be relatively uncommon in a group of this size.
Alaric had not ventured far into the swamp when he took notice of a ferret standing on its hind legs. It was not at all common for a ferret to show up around here, and those that did tended to be sentient. As such, he would assume that this one was the same. The tabby approached it, and with a somewhat monotonous tone, he would say, "You're on Tanglewood territory. What's your name and what business do you have here?" He didn't so much like having to go through with the name-and-business part of things, but he supposed it was necessary.
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