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[:;Calix;:]

Calix was by the lake, once again experimenting with various plants, as was the life of a healer. The healer was sniffing, licking and even chewing on a few different plants - before spitting them out of course. It was a long, somewhat slow and boring process and it was times like now with the wing swirling through his silver fur that the brute realised how lonely a healer’s life was at times. Calix had joined the pack of Solazo, hoping to have more company, but almost no wolves could be bothered to accompany him on his gathering expeditions.

With a frustrated snort he nosed the plant before him and pulled back a moment later with a yelp. The brute had been too wrapped up in his musings to notice the thousands of thorns and he glared at the plant. Calix ran his tongue across his maw, tasting a soft trickle of blood.

"Just great,” he growled, “A healer defeated by his own plants, could it get any worse?”