Herbalists' Cache Treasure galore

Phoenix tilted his head questioningly at the she-wolf. She had a soft-white appearance, with eyes that reminded him of a flower that grew in the meadows of Silverwood; her demeanor was friendly, but her concern made little sense to him. "In where?" he asked. The boy looked over his shoulder from where he had come, belatedly noticing that he must've passed right in front of her den without realizing it. "That den? I didn't go in there. You live here? I'm just taking in the scents around here." He rambled, hoping he wasn't about to be reprimanded for loitering.