Herbalists' Cache snake venom

The coywolf’s first remark seemed to draw forth an expression of disappointment from the female. It did not faze him. He remained ever vigilant in the idea that she would make a decent meal for the starving pack that he served. If Glu were to carry the limb figure of a coyote into the Dragon territory, certainly they would shower him with praise. With a flick of his ear, though, he disregarded the thought altogether. It was the foreign tongue with which she spoke that had him abandon the idea of feasting on her soft flesh. The sharp yellow of his eyes traveled the length of her body and he frowned. The foreign language was soon replaced by that of the common tongue, and he frowned softly.
 
Taking a step forward, the skeletal figure peered at her with mild curiosity. She did not seem at all bothered by him, but he had noted the way her gaze had traveled his figure with a hint of skepticism. After all, he carried some of the same blood that crafted her into the creature that she was.
 
After another moment or two of eyeing her body, Gluska turned and began to teeter around in search of herbs to use on the wounds that surely stung her body. “How did you do it?” he asked her absently, eyes searching for a sign of birch leaves for him to chew into a salve. Though he was an oddity, the coywolf knew well enough about the medicinal world to keep this foreign woman on her legs for a while.