Ollie // 5 years // Male // Healer // Likes nobody // Tags; Luna
Oliver stood with the warrior and groaned as his muscles ached. A deep sigh was produced by the healer as he said "Good. Let's go" He knew his chances were slim at catching something because 1. he was tired 2. his muscles were hurting and 3. he was never the best hunter. Ollie slightly leaned against Luna as comfort. He then trotted out of the den and stopped, looking for a good hunting spot. His gaze scanned the territory several times before landing near his favorite area. "This way, love" the dark gray brute said, striding over to a big bunch of trees and bushes.




