The Sentinels my soul won't take

For now, just herbs.  How helpful, if he had any clue on earth what constituted herbs.  There were a handful he would know by sight or scent, but most plants were unintelligble for any purpose other than marking where he was in the territory.  He wasn't in the mood to ask her to clarify, though, so decided instead he'd use the opportunity as simply a chance to observe and learn the territory a bit better in the process.  He'd keep a nose out for prey as well.

While she batted at frozen ground, he rooted about the neighboring trees, poking in the roots for anything living, plant or creature.  If he found anything that looked promising outside of the generic grasses, leaves, and dried up weeds, he'd give her a heads up.  But so far he was coming up empty.  "What made you seek asylum here?" he asked after a time, curious despite himself and still not sure he accepted her presence.  Perhaps it might help to know why she was in their lands in the first place.