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The class was tomorrow, and the list of things students had to gather had been posted on the dorms bulletins. Any students who was interested was to gather the ingredients and come to class. King was more or less willing to forage, though it was to him, not his role. He was the hunter after all, brining back prey for the pack when needed. Foraging was not… his role. He hesitated to say it was a woman’s role, given his mother, but, some things just happened like that. Females tended to forage males tended to hunt, it was what happened. When a role was found you stuck to it.

Just why he was having such a hard time finding everything.

Supposedly, everything could be found on school grounds, and while King had managed to find a good handful of dandylions, frog eyes were a little harder to find. Apparently some students ate them, resulting in frogs becoming a bit more wary of when students came around. King was also having trouble with the tustleroots.

Digginf in the mud, he paid little mind to where mud was flung, so long as he could get what he needed for tomorrow’s class.

King was determined to do it the hard way and gather his materials, no guying for him. That and he was trying to save seeds. Prices of things sometimes were just too expensive for his tastes. Even if technically some items were considered rather cheap.

King was just a cheapskate.

Another fling of mud and no results and the roots refuse to pull free. Growling he kept digging until someone yelled. Yelled at him no less. Looking up, his ears pinned back as he realized he'd accidentally gotten a student in the face. getting up and flicking off his hands, he frowned, bowing in apology. "Forgive me, I didn't think as I was digging. Ah-" the jar of eyes didn't go unnoticed . "Minipet Class?"

If his hands were clean, he'd offer a cloth, but alas, his hands were pretty much caked in dark brown, wet earth. Not to mention he'd need it for himself probably with how much mud there simply was. The other ghosts would get mad if he went back to the dorms filthy after all.

Nodding, he motioned to the mostly dug up roots, obvious claw marks where he'd tried to pull them free. "Yes. I would prefer not to go and buy supplies due to my personal finances, and all the supplies you can supposedly get on campus. Granted I'm a better hunter than gatherer." Shrugging he went back to the roots, managing to pull a small bit off with a little struggle. "Ah, if you still need supplies I might be able to help you if you like?"

If the guy was willing to share, King would take him up on the offer. He hadn't been having much luck with frogs and eye plucking. Frigs were much harder to hunt than hare, oddly. Ponds were... go escapes given King's lack of swimming skill. "That would be lovely. The frogs are a bit sparse here honestly, and-" gabbing a claw into the root, the fibers partially tore, "- I have been using my claws but it is not the easiest. I'd use my fangs as they're sharper but..."

Mud.

"I'd rather not eat dirt if I can help it."

Ah, maybe he just should have come earlier then to go frog hunting. As the boil pulled and the roots did not budge, the wolfos growled at himself. He should have brought a knife or something with him. Looking at his claws, worn down already- "I can dig while you pull? I'm not so much strong as quick, plus digging is a bit of second nature for me."
Even if his claws were not suited for such in human form.


Getting down, he scooped more mud from around the plant. "If this doesn't work I'm calling it quits and going to a different herb."

The wolfos growled, the plant not giving an inch with the digging and pulling. A howl of frustration and he ripped off his student pin, his body changing to his true shape. Having given up on digging the wolfos no longer held back as fangs descended on the roots, tearing them apart and freeing the plant.

Pulling back there was a soft whine as he began to spit out dirt. ".....I got frustrated." He was slightly embarrassed, looking at the ground while he spat out the dirt. "...we have our roots at least."

Spitting the last of the mud from his mouth King shook himself as if he was wet. The flavor of mud would linger for a while, unless he ate something else. Such was his fate.

"True, it's out,which is what matters in the end no?" Going back to his pin, his paw touched it, and the student's form returned the regulated humanoid that the school required. Hopefully, no teacher had seen that, (and if they had, he hoped he would not get detention). "Ah, well met Clyde. I'm Frost in the Storm, but I also go by King at times." He held out a dirt covered hand, not thinking. "The roots are not hard to get, thank Din, but it's just a digging job."

Letting out a small chuckle, King began to look around the grounds motioning for Clyde to follow. "They have purple flowers and long thorns. They also grow around here so-" It only took a bit of wandering before a small shrub fitting the description was found.

"Well, all we need to do is dig it out-" Reaching down a thorn pricked him, making the wolfos jerk his hand back. "and avoid the fact it would like to impale our hands."