Spring Month: 3 
Night 
Fog Moon: 
Runar
Pack Healer | Male | Mentions: Open
Unlike many of the others who were up and bustling around, Runar was having no such luck. Instead he was slinking around his den growling and grumbling inwardly about small things that were inconveniencing him. But that seemed to be how the male was most of the time, slightly grumpy but otherwise rather quiet.
Stepping out of his den, the black phase wolf let out a sigh, his figure tilting to the left as he took weight off an old injury that decided to flare up. Being a healer he had the know how to make his own pains and aches disappear, but often didn't. Preferring to live with them and use his supplies to aid with others. Surely his current pain was nothing compared to the things he had done to others.
Runar was a warrior in another pack prior to now, having been trained and skilled in the art of everything bloody. He wasn't proud of his history, preferring to remain silent whenever questions of his past came up. A couple of years ago, though, the male had fled his home pack, knowing he needed to leave in order to find a fresh start. He ended up in the current pack, and took up the role of healer, deciding to take the knowledge he did have and use it for some good.
Part of him still longed for it though, longed to shed blood and stretch his muscles in the all too familiar way. Allow himself to die the death of a warrior. That was the part of himself he ignored though, smashing it down and tucking it away, preferring to pretend it doesn't exist any longer.
Shaking out his fur, his eyes refocusing from his inner thoughts, Runar let his pale gaze wander over the forms of those near by. He wasn't too familiar with anyone in the pack, and he kind of preferred it that way. Attachments could hurt, and he was over causing pain.
Grunting to himself, he refocused on his task ahead of him. He needed to resupply a few of his herbs and leaves. Specifically lavender, it was the one thing he used from his supplies, and it was to help himself sleep. If he wanted to venture out in search of it, though, he would need to alert someone of his going. He just didn't know where anyone was right now.
Sighing to himself, Runar resigned himself to wait, knowing that he would find someone eventually, he just needed to have a bit of patience. Though it was never his strong suit.
Pack Healer | Male | Mentions: Open
Unlike many of the others who were up and bustling around, Runar was having no such luck. Instead he was slinking around his den growling and grumbling inwardly about small things that were inconveniencing him. But that seemed to be how the male was most of the time, slightly grumpy but otherwise rather quiet.
Stepping out of his den, the black phase wolf let out a sigh, his figure tilting to the left as he took weight off an old injury that decided to flare up. Being a healer he had the know how to make his own pains and aches disappear, but often didn't. Preferring to live with them and use his supplies to aid with others. Surely his current pain was nothing compared to the things he had done to others.
Runar was a warrior in another pack prior to now, having been trained and skilled in the art of everything bloody. He wasn't proud of his history, preferring to remain silent whenever questions of his past came up. A couple of years ago, though, the male had fled his home pack, knowing he needed to leave in order to find a fresh start. He ended up in the current pack, and took up the role of healer, deciding to take the knowledge he did have and use it for some good.
Part of him still longed for it though, longed to shed blood and stretch his muscles in the all too familiar way. Allow himself to die the death of a warrior. That was the part of himself he ignored though, smashing it down and tucking it away, preferring to pretend it doesn't exist any longer.
Shaking out his fur, his eyes refocusing from his inner thoughts, Runar let his pale gaze wander over the forms of those near by. He wasn't too familiar with anyone in the pack, and he kind of preferred it that way. Attachments could hurt, and he was over causing pain.
Grunting to himself, he refocused on his task ahead of him. He needed to resupply a few of his herbs and leaves. Specifically lavender, it was the one thing he used from his supplies, and it was to help himself sleep. If he wanted to venture out in search of it, though, he would need to alert someone of his going. He just didn't know where anyone was right now.
Sighing to himself, Runar resigned himself to wait, knowing that he would find someone eventually, he just needed to have a bit of patience. Though it was never his strong suit.
