Solitaire had been busy stocking up his den with herbs and other plants needed for healing, keeping everything well in it's place. As long as it was all where it needed to be so he could easily get to it, then he was happy. Some healing had to do with a rushing sort of basis, and he did not want to grap the wrong thing when time was of the essence. He did have quite the collection going, though. He was proud of what he had done so far, what he planned to continue to do. The Spring had been a great time to gather some of the plants, and now the Summer would be as well. Different plants for different purposes, some. Solitaire wondered if he should go out and about more as well.

Still, he wanted to ensure that if he was needed here at home that he would be there to call and quick to arrive where he might be needed. He did have his hollow log half filled with herbs and plants and needed things for healing on the fly, just in case. Solitaire also made sure there was room for new things to add if he went out to collect. Yet it was because of someone he had met that he had kept the log now filled with a few things to help out if someone he met was hurt in any way. He certainly did not want to be unable to help even a stranger if they were in need. He had felt bad for not having anything on paw for Malleah when her leg was hurt, but he had fixed that from being an error again. He was looking it over now, along with the den supplies, pondering on it all.

[ male ] [ seven ] [ unmated ] [ imprint; striker ] [ glorall ]