Herbalists' Cache fever to the form

It was early morning, when Birk felt that he could leave Easthollow's borders safely in the hands of others. The night patrol had been uneventful - as it always was - but he had kept the word he had given to Valette. Being in her good books was still high in his priority list. Apart from climbing to the leader tier himself, which was another goal of the same importance. 

He had been about to retire for the day, when a particular smell caught his attention. It was faint, brought from far away, but one very hard to ignore. In the back of his mind he recalled having caught it last year and the inexplainable fear and confusion it had caused for him, but now it was different. He felt his heart rate quicken, his blood boiling and the draw to the source was irresistable.

Birk obeyed the call, he forgot that he had been tired and hungry moments earlier, and as he loped through the snow covered fields closer and closer to that yet invisible culprit of his desire, it seemed as if just finding this one thing, would make everything else right. Once in the forest, the scent grew thicker and stronger and he finally caught sight of, what he had been looking for. 

The she-wolf without a name, which he had met just days earlier. Then she had been another pretty girl among many others, now in his eyes she suddenly was the most beautiful creature he had seen in the whole world. Birk slowed the pace and approached her in a friendly and relaxed manner, chuffing out a greeting, once he was within the hearing distance.