Jasper

You mention something to Jasper, expecting a prompt response. When you're met with silence, you huff and turn your head to glare impatiently at the red-furred wolf. He looks as if he's lost in a trance, his blue eyes bright while staring at something distant. What the hell is going on in his thick head? You'd ask, but you suspect that you'd hate to find out.



Jasper was the first (or technically second, after Hawthorn) to join River Run. He had been a hunter then, using his nose to track scent trails across the rugged mountainside.

Now his nose and creative mind are put to use as an herbalist. He seems to thrive as one, which makes Freesia happy, as the complexities of medicine-making are definitely beyond him.

In the riparian woodland that they now call home, Jasper keeps his den semi-organized upon a rocky, moss-covered slope. Whenever a packmate needs to find him, they never have to look very hard; the herbalist's pelt is as bright as a lick of flame against the darkness of the dense forest.