Herbalists' Cache snake venom

Hope you don't mind a coyote!

Artemis had been a fool, and approached a mother fox with tiny cubs. The things had potential to become a meal, and the greek would not give such a promise up simply because their mother was near. But the father had arrived shortly after, and they had driven her from the den site with screams and claws. Shallow gashes, in parallel, now traced their way across her side. She had fled before the creatures could do any more harm, snagging one of the cubs in the process.

But the scratches stung, and though the female paid no mind to the pain she knew that she ran a risk of having the cuts becoming infected. She, unlike her dear sister, was no master in the art of healing herbs, though she knew somethings of plants she was quite hopeless along the healer front. And so she trotted through lands budding with green, noticing the male a few minutes later.

She did not greet him, merely stood still a few meters away from him and waited for him to notice her, if he would. He seemed at first, to be a coyote as well, but upon second glance she discerned him to be partl wolf. He did look remarkably coyote-like, however. It would make no sense to try to converse with this coywolf anyway, he probably spoke the common tongue in these lands, a tongue she had begun to understand and yet would not speak. She was a perfectionist, and refused to speak until she could do it perfectly.