With a resounding THUD, Johnny hit the earth again. He'd spent much of the day in the Phoenix Ruins, clawing around just to see what he could find. Namely, he was on the hunt for herbs, just to see if he could identify them. After Scarlet had mentioned he could cause an entire miscarriage just by giving out the wrong prescription, he'd decided to actually try and make an effort to learn. He'd been reluctant to at first, feeling a bit thrust into the whole healer thing, but he'd since come to his senses. Between the realization of the harm he could do as well as the good, along with Littlepaw's whole... thing, he had decided to become a (slightly) better pupil.
Not that that was entirely relevant to the activities at hand.
In fact, it almost wasn't relevant at all. He'd simply been looking for herbs when he'd come across a ledge much too tall to climb, but something very interesting peered out from atop it. After dragging all sorts of things over to make a shabby tower to climb, he'd attempted to jump from the tower to the ledge, but failed. Many times. Many, many times, actually. But that prize... he couldn't stop trying.
The ache of his front legs did little to deter Johnny from hauling himself atop the various chipped, halved, and downright shattered bricks he'd found for his makeshift scaffolding. "Fuckin' legs. 'F I just didn't have legs, this would be a helluva lot easier. Fuck legs. Fuck 'em." He mumbled various similar things as he scaled on, until finally he'd reached the top again. His blue gaze focused intensely on the ledge, and even though he couldn't completely see the prize sitting atop it, he had a good idea of what the thing was.
Wooden wheels were the first things to greet him, but there was more to them than that. They were much more than wooden wheels, in fact- it was a whole fucking wagon sitting up there, though he didn't know how. But it didn't matter. He was determined to get to it. It was a little worse for wear, but with some fixing up, he was sure that it would prove to be a great help to him, in terms of moving around.
A powerful push of his front paws and he leapt again towards the ledge, only to fall short of it and, with a familiar THUD, fail.
"RED GOD DAMMIT! I'M GONNA FUCKIN' KILL SOMEONE! THIS IS SO UNFAIR! DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!"