Harvesting (Open to anyone!)

Green eyes glowed from the thicket as a black beast stalked the she-dog as the shaman collected herbs for the wounded. He was bored and had nothing better to do, plus he had the urge to stretch his legs, something he couldn't do cooped up in his den. He was going to be a father, nothing surprising for the male, yet the slight flutter in his chest spoke volumes of how nervous he truly was. Pushing the that feeling away the Alpha continued to watch the she-dog as she glared at the Shadow Creek's frozen over water. She must be trying to get at the plants on the other side... Nero thought to himself when he saw her sigh and walk away with the herbs she already collected in her mouth. Nero knew how dangerous the winter was and even more when cold water is added into the mix, yet the beast didn't care. Instead he revealed himself and walked towards the shallow river. "I am assuming you are in need of those specific herbs over there, correct shaman?" Nero rumbled out in a low growl as he started at his prize, stopping just short of the frozen stream. One would think Nero was foolish, but he knew what he was doing, he bore the scars from years of brutal and bloody battles. He was a massive brute, one equiped and primed by Mother Nature herself to plow throw the weak and insignificant and he wasn't about to let puny ice and cold water deter him in the sucess of his pack. Not today, not ever. Atleast not while he was alive and while he was in power. With that in mind, Nero backed up and jumped halfway across the river before landing through the ice, breaking it as soon as his body touch the thin layer. Yet, he did not stop he continued on to plow throw like the ice was nothing until he reached the other side, soaking wet. He was careful to avoid the berries when he grasped a branch of the purple-blue berries with his powerful jaws, tearing it effectively before throwing himself back into the water and swimming back to the other side. Upon reaching it the black beast shook out his thick heavy fur, freeing it from the excess water that clung to his coat. His father had done worse so this was nothing, but annoying to Nero. He walked to the huskie and dropped the branch at her feet. Then just as swiftly he turned around and slowly began to walk away. He may have been Sardothiens alpha and a purebred dire wolf at that, but he was not invincible, no matter how much he would have liked. The ice may have been thin, but it certainly was sharp causing Nero to have a few cuts and scrapes along his body. Besides that Nero didn't want to catch a cold either, he was still a living being and could die just like everyone else, "you are welcome! Next time get help, I do not want my pack weak because you couldn't find enough herbs. Understood?" Nero growled out behind him as he stopped short.