Alderheart is walking through the forest, surprisingly without an escort. The dappled sunlight filters through the canopy above, casting shifting patterns on the leaf-littered ground. He seems to be looking for herbs to refill the herb stores, his nose twitching at various scents carried on the light breeze. Twigs snap softly beneath his paws as he moves carefully through the undergrowth. He's mumbling to himself, amber eyes scanning the forest floor intently.

"The poppy seeds should be around here..." he mutters, pushing aside ferns with gentle movements. The forest sounds环绕 him - birds chirping in the treetops and the distant rustle of other small creatures going about their business.

His tail flicks with nervous energy as he continues his search, all too aware that he's vulnerable without an escort, but determined to replenish the nearly empty stores before any emergencies arise in camp.