He had found the area to further south to be more informative with its rather chatty plants, but after they had found this place with its caves, he had decided that this place felt more like home. Or at least more welcoming in any case. Plus, it was just on the edge of the trees that he could feel whispering at the edge of conscious, meaning he would be alerted if someone was coming, or it some other disturbance was in the area.
Zane lingered inside the small cave that had been made into a base of sorts. The larger cave system to the north had been far too large for him to feel comfortable with. Anyone could be in the depths, and he wasn't going to spend days exploring something that might not have an end. The small cave's ceilings offering cover from the elements as he worked on medicines and poisons was more than enough for him. The light mist that had started to fall only a little while ago, only proving that he had picked a good spot out of weather.
Plants writhed around him like snakes as he worked. A wooden bowl in front of him as he stared intently into its contents. One root held a bunch of pale flowers that he carefully inspected before throwing it into the bowl. Another root stirring the rather sickly green looking mixture. The goal was to make a mild poison in order to try and sedate a larger animal. A multi-purpose tool that if used for hunting could mean being able alone or being able to sedate someone who was injured in order to calm them.
Zane squinted at the green goop. It would need to be just right though and it would require numerous tests before he would feel completely comfortable using it.
Blossom Bower
A vibrant glade of lush grasses and trees that bloom during all but the coldest of seasons. The sweet fragrance of spring flowers hangs in the air and delicate petals float on the wind and a gentle creek flows through the green meadow.
[P] Of Packs and Poison