1983 [p, jacob]

Even though Tiger was far away from his home, he couldn’t help but retain some of his old habits. For one, he rarely talked to people, opting only to do so when spoken to. Secondly, since joining he had spent almost all of his time in his hut, and when he wasn’t there, the canine could be found away from camp gathering herbs or taking a walk. So short story short, he was acting like a hermit. In fact, he hadn’t left his hut today, presumably because he was unpacking. But if one were to actually go inside his place, they would see that he already seemed to be settled in. All of his herbs and other medical supplies were organized neatly on low sitting shelves, and there was one or two medium sized stacks of books sitting on the opposite end of the room. Tiger was currently next to the shelves of herbs looking at a small leather-bound journal, which he used to keep track of what supplies he used and what kind of supplies he had. If one were to look closer though, they would notice that the journal also contained scribbled notes and detailed sketches, presumably about plants or relating to them. He was just about to close the journal and head over to the greenhouse when a noise from outside caught his attention, causing him to glance at the doorway. That’s odd, he wasn’t expecting anyone.

[It’s a bit iffy, but here you go! Jacob Wickliff ]

He was honestly surprised to see Jacob standing there, but he quickly hid his shock with an easy-going, if not tired, smile. Although the child was rather hospitable at his joining, he hadn't expected Jacob to seek him out, much less want to spend time with him. Not many people wanted to hang out with a doctor after all. Some of the people he'd met before coming here were afraid that he'd spread some sort of sickness to them, although how he would do so is still unclear to him. "Don't worry, I'm decent when it comes to recognizing faces." It was a poor attempt at a joke, but hey, at least he tried. "But uh- yeah, I'd be happy to discuss things with you. I'm not sure my knowledge on herbs is much different than yours though." He would take a moment to look around his room before standing up and reaching for his bag, a slightly nervous chuckle escaping his maw in the process. "Actually, you came at a good time." He admitted, "I was just about to take a break and head over to the greenhouse. Would like to accompany me?" God, did that come out right? He felt like he could've handled that better. Uh, anyway, at some point his smile had mostly faded away, leaving behind a hopeful look in his eyes that rivaled Jacob's own.

A bright smile would soon reoccupy his face at the trainee's answer, and he would sling his messenger bag over his shoulder before following Jacob out the door. "This will be my first time going there, actually. I meant to visit earlier, but things have gotten in the way." Mainly organizing and reorganizing things, reading, and trying his damnedest to get some rest, but the canine didn't need to know that. That being said, he only had a loose understanding of where the greenhouse was located, though he doubted Jacob would let them take more than one or two wrong turns. After a couple of minutes of walking in a comfortable silence, Tiger would finally build up the courage to start a conversation, deciding that it wouldn't hurt to ask a few questions. That's how you made small talk, right? Asking questions and pointing out random things that catch your interest? "Uh, I've been meaning to ask you this, but what got you into medicine? You seem to be rather fond of helping people, and you have the personality of a medic, don't get me wrong, but uh, it isn't the most pleasant of occupations."