Silvertip Mountain Archiving my 'herbs'

Zaria instantly growled when he brought his nose closer. It wasn't an aggressive growl but a protective one. She wasn't sure if she ever let out such a growl and was surprised for a brief moment. "Carefullll!," she let out heavily accented. "I am not sure if inhaling give hurt," she explained. She stood protectively over the deer skin with herbs. "It is Dumb Cane, Oleander, Rhubarb leaves and Daphne," she spoke then, learning these words was though but she managed.

Her green eyes then squinted suspiciously for a moment. "Why you wanna know?," she asked. Zaria was very confident and she would want to protect her packets but she wasn't so keen on them nosing into her business.