
He scurried around the small, branch-wefted shelter and organized all the gathered herbs he'd been using for his medicines and experiments. It was laying around everywhere, one big ugly mess. Piles of leaves and sticks, separated and waiting to be ground up in the medium sized tortoise shell in the corner, were left for a long time now and had gradually started blowing around, getting everywhere.
Worse, the things he'd been accumulating over time had begun to invade, too. Feathers and hanging colored rocks and shells were hanging too low, right in eye-poking view. If his sister were to come home and see how bachelor-ish he was living, he'd get a clock on the head. He winced and guiltily checked around, seeing if he'd gotten everything under control. He sighed. "Okay, so for the most part, everything's looking okay..."