Herbalists' Cache suffer well the aftermath

The woman did not linger long in any one place, not until she reached a riverbed. When she gave pause, Seregryn did also; craning her neck at odd angles to try and figure out what had caught the stranger's attention so firmly. Sere watched as the woman pulled at the earth, coming free with some sort of object, or perhaps a plant — and then when the other wolf sauntered on in search of more, Seregryn crept up to that spot and investigated. There was a small divot in the ground here, but no indication of anything important. She could smell the wet, exposed soil; she could even smell the peppermint, but without further tutelage in herbs and their uses, it remained an aromatic ambiguity to the wandering girl.