Herbalists' Cache snake venom

 
The cadaverous coywolf had managed to gather enough seaweed so that he could help keep the dark wolf’s ribs tightly bound… or as tightly as was possible for a creature of his ability. It would allow for her to heal without the potential of off-setting a rib in the process. After having taken the time to store a cache in dampest location he could find, the ginger-hued male set his sights outside of the Sleeping Dragon territory in search of herbs that would allow him to make a salve to apply to open wounds. He was not altogether optimistic about finding what he would need, but it got him away from the pack and searching for something to keep his mind busy.
 
The woods would have been vibrantly green and flourished had it not been for the locusts that had ravaged the place. The leaves within the trees had been chewed through and were primarily stripped bare of the branches overhead. Some lay beneath the feet of the trotting figure, but they would be no good to him. His sharp gaze was on the lookout for something that would help with pain relief. He knew that there was a short supply of lavender in his den that could tide Magpie over until he was capable of finding something else, but his constant travels outside of the pack were beginning to wear on his skeletal figure.
 
Teetering through the sparse foliage, Glu’s yellow eyes darted to the small batches of plant life that seemed to have remained after the plaguing bugs had taken their toll. It looked grim indeed, and he would have soon abandoned his quest were it not for the bits of green bud that were peeking on the trees in odd locations. There was a chance that there would be life again and soon.