Blacktail Deer Plateau what doesn't kill you, right?

Ears perked attentively to this information, the ebony she-wolf perking up ever so slightly. A stash of herbs? Well that'd certainly help, wouldn't it? Of course, there was no guarantee the herbs were fresh enough to be of great use, or that they'd be the right herbs... However, then again, if this female carried them on her, perhaps it was safe to assume she must be knowledgable about how to properly keep them, and on the kinds that were helpful enough to travel with. Maybe she was also a healer, or trying to become one?

She flared her nostrils with hopes of picking up their scent, then glanced around. "Where are they, and what do you have?"