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He nods, and takes off after her. "I hope no one goes into my den while I'm gone. Some of the herbs I keep are deadly if you don't know how to use them. And they [i]are[/i] deadly. Like Foxglove. It helps with heart issues, but it can also can kill you by just stopping your heart. If you don't know the exact amount of seeds to eat, normally only one or two, you could kill yourself with them." He shudders, but keeps running. "I have to be careful when I gather plants and herbs. I don't want to accidentally gather water hemlock or death berries. They're fatal if eaten." He keeps running, and pants, trying to catch his breath. "We're. Almost to our border. Only a little more to get back to camp." He stops for a moment to gulp down some air, then takes off again, heading as fast as he can back to his den. He bursts into the camp, fur on end, tail fluffed out like a bush, and dives into his den. He carefully goes over his herbs, making sure that they're all still there. He lets out a breath, seeing that all of them are still where they should be. He then races out, and stops outside the warriors den. "Good. All three are here." He sits down, tail whipping around, betraying his stress and anxiety. "Are any of you hurt? Did anyone eat any of my herbs?"