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male::healer::mutated::tags;
Ryan padded back to the camp, a yawn building in the back of his throat. He had been out since before the sun, collecting herbs for the pack and for storage. It was to prepare for colder days when the plants would be dead and emergencies, but for now, there was no need for them, and he thanked his lucky stars for that. He gave an amused glance and a friendly nod to Rorschach playing with the pup before making a beeline to the crevice formed by broken pieces of concrete and dropping the plants he collected in front of it, stretching out his aching jaws. He finally allowed himself to yawn and started to sift through the leaves, spreading them out to dry.


