Phantom Hollow A Healer's Hands and an Alpha's Heart

She refused to let her face fall.

Absolutely not. Not even if the blank look Mitanni gave was strongly putting the healer off her fame.

Nope. 

Maybe just an unnoticeable eye twitch and her face was back to the excitable, happy female currently standing behind the girl. Perhaps her figure cut an imposing stance if the girl were to turn around, seeing an all-black figure looking down on her from the outside of the den. Pity there were smatterings of white around her muzzle area. It broke the continuity.

"It works by... working, I guess? Puzzled, the female glanced down at the other. "Have you never seen a den before?" Now the tone was disbelieving, nonexistent eyebrows floating off to wherever shocked eyebrows went before they decided to come down. "It's basically a den, but with herbs instead of food. Unless you count honey, which I plan to add later."

Long and rambly sentences, go! But Veritas followed Mitanni inside, the high ceiling more than enough to house both of them with headroom to spare, the length of the place good for holding two wolves, plus one healer. The inside had a strong pungency to it - not necessarily a bad pungency, but more so of one with multiple herbs letting their smells mix together. It was not too far off from what Veritas imagined a garden would smell like.