Sah
The forest never sleeps and the wolf never dies
"Definitely." Sah agreed. Learning about the plant was a success in itself. The Wild Thunder then sent Deimos a look of mock-offense at the Sword's snort. "What? We want the plant alive, don't we?" Snickering he watched quietly as his fellow Abandoned crafted a pot out of thin air. The Wild Thunder felt the familiar tang of determination and slight envy. Yes, he'd been right to make his goal for the year to learn how to create such things with magic. Just one more element and creation magic. He was so close to his goal. With the pot created, Sah finished digging out a few clumps and carefully transferred them over. Rearranging the roots and soil within, he finally nodded with satisfaction. "I think they're ready." He knew little about plants, but they seemed secure in their temporary abode and that was enough for him.
