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Originally Posted by # Hashtag

Pistachio carefully entered the den the scent of herbs urged her in, something pulled her in, she inhailed the herbs deeply, she was now an apprentice of healing, she loved the smell, but never trained before. She didn't understand that urge to be in the den. She swished her tail back and forth in the doorway.

Lusk's fresh herbs lay splayed out, barely organised. He'd only turned his back for a moment, apparently enough time for a trainee to tromp in and begin snorting them like they're fresh-cut freesia. His hackles raise in irritation, wide eye turning to stare over at Pistachio, awaiting her to realize he's watching her so carefully, so coldly.

"...Enjoying yourself?" He questions, voice devoid of much emotion at all.