The wolf was still gathering samples when the branch he had bounded onto suddenly broke under his weight, spilling him to the ground. Luckily the ground here was solid, the marsh having given way to firm ground, and he was merely bruised and bumped, though not wet, and not falling straight into the jaws of some predator.<br/><br/>He was still slightly disheartened that the entire day's work was spilled atop him, and he sighed as he got back up, taking his bag off his head and sniffing, finding the aroma of the flowers and herbs to be quite enticing. Looking around for a moment he licked his arm, and nodded, the flavor was quite good, and he made a note in his mind to come back to gather more samples. For now though he would merely head home, to wash this stuff out of his fur.