Sequoia Coast what matters, love, to a goddess of death?

Part of him enjoyed the idea that the Heda could be interested in the line of work he had adopted, but he was wondering if she was doing it simply to learn or if there were ulterior motives. He was not a paranoid type, but he had listened quietly as the dark leader had manipulated information from wolves of another pack. Glu did not have much to offer in that respect, but if she was in search of the same flowers, he could have given her information that would bring her one step closer.
 
She remarked on not knowing much about the art of healing, and he nodded his head. “You will not have to worry, Heda,” he assured her with the smile still clinging to the edges of his lips. “I will provide for all who need me.” The remarks were followed by a sure and confident bob of his skull.
 
“Did you have any other questions, for now?” the skeletal creature inquired to his leader with cupped ears and wide yellow eyes.