
Recovery used his sharp hooves to chip at the frozen dirt beneath a large oak tree to get to the roots. They didn't taste particularly good but eating them it was said would imbue him with the strength and longevity of the steadfast tree.
chip chip chip crunch crunch crunch
After a bit he shook his head with distaste and backed away.
"i care not how strong or long lived they will make me these taste worse than poets wormwood tea." he said mostly to himself his tongue loling out of him mouth in an entirely ungentlemanly like fashion for a moment before he turned to find something to get the taste out of his mouth. a stream not quite frozen over a few moments walk away turned his thoughts so he headed that way happily.