HERO OF THE STORY — intro

[MYERS]

[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]Roxanne's children seemed to have a problem with the concept of staying between the lines - which, as far as Ahab was concerned, was the mark of an intelligent child who cared little for menial things that held them back. But when he was given a job that had long since exhausted him within the first day, little things like spider bites were an irritant far more than a badge of honor on a young explorer.

Hell, he still thought Roan ought to stay in his mother's sight and not wander too far off, and he was nearly grown. Once a child, always young to him, especially when most of his clanmates were small enough even in old age to fit in the palm of his paw.

At least she seemed oblivious to the carnage that had only recently ransacked their island, which was a relief - that was one less traumatized patient on the list. With Roan essentially in training at such an age, Ahab felt inclined to keep him in range just to ensure that he could impart wisdom at the appropriate moments. For instance: don't touch the tarantulas that wander the jungle, unless you intend to eat them. (Which Roan would probably grimace at, as eating spiders seemed to be an exclusively Ahab-thing around these parts. For shame, they knew not a delicacy when it stood right under their nose.) Margaret ought to follow them around, too, and perhaps she wouldn't be in such a predicament if she knew Ahab's words of wisdom.

"Ginger, Roan. Helps the itching, and the swelling. She should eat that with her food for the next few days if you have some in that bag of yours." The bear drops down into a seated position, gesturing towards the kit with a firmness that said she ought to know better. "Stinging nettle, if you don't. Otherwise... You're fine. It's just a bite."