Herbalists' Cache duskwood

Night had fallen long before the halfling creature had reached his destination. While the cache was close enough to their territory that it should not have taken such a quick-footed creature so long to reach the terrain, he had found himself getting sidetracked by many things along the way. Already, Gluska had managed to dig four medicinal caches and store an array of plants there to pick up at a later time. He was not capable of gathering them all and carrying them back in a single trip, but he imagined he would be making more to the land of herbs.
 
The tailless creature trotted in something of an unstable manner. Moonlight and the speckle of stars littered the sky above him, but his sharp citrine gaze was trained on the path ahead. Birch leaves were needed if he would be asked to soothe those in the ranks of the Dragon pack. While he had been there for a considerable amount of time, there was a large portion of Glu that did not truly believe he was a member of the pack. They were growing with each passing day, and he was beginning to lose track of the scents that wafted across the terrain.
 
Out in the woods, where the cache was returning to full life, the only scent was his own. The solitude brought a calm to his being, and the skeletal figure trotted forward with his inky nose pointed to the earth in search of his herbs.