Leander's fingers delicately traced the contours of the leaves and stems, identifying the herbs his father had taught him to recognize. The forest was dappled with sunlight filtering through the dense canopy above, casting a serene golden glow on the young omega werecat as he worked.

He hummed softly to himself, comforted by the familiar rhythm of his task.

"Father will be pleased," Leander thought, picturing Thalia's warm smile.

As an omega werecat skilled in herbal remedies, Thalia had taught Leander everything he knew about the healing properties of plants.

Leander took pride in helping his father, knowing that their work brought relief to many in their community.

As he reached for another sprig of lavender, a distant shout echoed through the trees, followed by the thunderous sound of hooves crashing through the underbrush.

Leander paused, his heart racing.

Hunters rarely ventured this deep into the woods, especially not this close to werecat territory.

"Who could that be?" he wondered, his curiosity piqued.