Herbalists' Cache das lied von der erde

deeper his fascination grew; a blackthorn was a sort of wolf then. a tribe, a family, a clan. and this nanny apple must be their matriarch. satisfied with what he had decided, mahler gave a rare chuckle, a momentary and bass sound that unfurled from his chest. "i am certain that you have much to share," the gargoyle intoned warmly.
who was this that he should be so off guard? mahler watched her for a quiet moment, and then gestured to his small pile of gathered herbs. "perhaps you could tell me vhat herbs are best for a nursink mother? i vill need them in the spring, i suspect." for he sought not only herbalism, but the regard of those most important to the pack: she-wolves who brought forth young.