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</div><br/><div style="text-align: center">《 Tobias 》// KOA campground // alone​</div><br/>The air grew cool as the sun began to set. The creeping darkness might have scared some, but it provided a sense of calm to Tobias. The sensation was akin to taking a deep breath of crisp winter air or the feeling of steam tendrils kissing your face as they rose up from a mug of tea. Unlike Rachel, who preferred to run in the early morning, in full visibility of Abendblume’s guards, Tobias preferred the silence that the night provided. Granted, wandering the grounds of Abendblume did not contain the same risks that blindly wandering unfamiliar territory held, but Tobias would take his chances.<br/><br/>Tobias found a path leading away from the campgrounds. It was well worn, the foliage parted in such a way that proved how frequently it had been utilized back when the KOA ran at full capacity. He wondered faintly where this road would lead him, but he knew better than to wander too far away. The task had been bestowed upon him by Rachel, and he knew she was expecting him back with a bounty.<br/><br/>He kept his attention down, staring at each plant with laser focus until he deemed them unusable or unrecognizable. Rachel had spent weeks teaching him the difference between poisonous plants and their non-poisonous counterparts. Tobias felt confident enough in his abilities now to tell them apart without second guessing himself. He was rapidly beginning to realize that most of the plants in the general vicinity were both non-poisonous and held no medicinal properties. Best left for the rabbits.<br/><br/>Tobias crouched suddenly, dropping one knee to the dirt while his forearm pressed to his thigh to stabilize his position. He pulled the shirt from over his shoulder and laid it over a patch of grass before leaning even closer to examine its leaves and berries. To the untrained eye, the berry could be confused with an overripe blueberry. But Tobias knew its true name -<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Ffourriverswellness.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2019%2F07%2F9342749963_6006fba520_b.jpg&amp;hash=b35b09d0843f45945ae74f878089e8b7" href="https://fourriverswellness.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/07/9342749963_6006fba520_b.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">salal</a>. The berry could be used as treatment for cuts, burns, upset stomach, and diarrhea. It was the physical form of Pepto Bismol, as far as he was concerned. Their diet would change rapidly in the coming days and this would help tremendously.<br/><br/>He worked dutifully to pull the berries away in bunches. The berries were difficult to remove from the plant, even when ripe. It would give Rachel something to do, a way to keep idle hands busy. She would hopefully not have many patients out here, so keeping tinctures and salves stocked for the occasional indigestion would make her feel useful. Tobias gathered what he could and laid the plants carefully on the shirt until there were no berries left to pick. He gathered the sleeves and corner edges of the bottom of the shirt and fastened it into a makeshift bag for the short trek back to the campground.<br/><br/>Tobias rose to his feet and held the fabric bundle in the crook of his arm while he walked. The sky was even darker now. He could see the outline of tree trunks around him and the far off flame flicker from where he stood. Tobias followed the path back towards camp, his footsteps silent against the hard packed dirt. He heard the sound of the river in the near distance, playing like white noise in the night.<br/><br/>His steps slowed to a cautious pace when he saw a dark shape in the middle of the path. Tobias swallowed hard and felt his brows dip with confusion. His gaze dipped to the side and he grabbed a stick, holding it out like a weapon as he neared the shape. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it certainly hadn’t been there when he came up from the opposite direction. As he neared the object, Tobias poked it with the end of the stick and felt it give against the prodding. Almost like… fabric?<br/><br/>Tobias tossed the stick away and grabbed the bag with confidence. It was heavy as he lifted it. The bag had been planted here, that was for sure. Someone was watching him, perhaps even now. Tobias lifted his hand to itch the back of his neck, trying to sooth the feeling of eyes on him. He wanted to thank whoever it was, but he stayed silent. Considering that it might be the beginnings of a trap if he hung around long enough, Tobias slung the bag onto his back.