Basil sim Fath had been to the Baj-Jer not all that long ago, seeking herbs and what not amongst the rather noisy oasis. Prey was as thick on land as their noises were in volume and though it was likely to cause his head to ache, should he linger too long, the middle-aged healer found himself drawn to it. The battle for the Baj-Jer had been hard fought and hard won. He felt some sort of guilt over having not been fighting himself, but the battlefield was no longer his to participate in, bar trailing behind and sticking near at hand to heal those who were grievously injured.
At least he still had purpose and a way to serve his pride-mates. Had he not, he surely would have been guilt and grief stricken over his own uselessness. It was while he mulled over the thought of what he would have done, should his father not have taught him the way of the healer, which mostly included an almost suicidal assalt on the rival pride, that he caught sight of his Bey. The male was chasing one of those hideous, yet delicious seals and as it flopped to the shallows, Basil couldn't help but to chuckle.
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