Sleeping Dragon ash in the vale

Though the accent of the woman was thick, the coywolf was able to understand her without much trouble. It seemed that she had not taken offense at his remark on her language, and though he could have done it with a sly smile and a quick flick of his stubby tail, the skeletal man did not comment on her lingual skills, or the manner in which the English words seemed to fall from her lips with little grace. He had taken up the role of a healer, not a diplomat, and so he held fast to his sharp little tongue and allowed for the woman to simply inquire what she would.
 
It seemed as though she had taken an interest in the medicines he was preparing, which was a peculiar change in pace for the halfling. In his short time within the ranks of the mountain, there had been few who had truly made queries to the skill that he professed. While his sister had had the true talent for the arts of medicines, his close watch over her had allowed for him to pick up on the things she’d learned. The she-wolf wanted to know what each herb did, and so with furrowed brows and a thoughtful expression, Glu thought how to best explain it to the wolf.
 
Pointing with his muzzle toward each one, he offered a basic description of their medical properties. “Marigold helps to heal quickly so that wounds do not fester, birch leaves will clean the internal system quickly, and thyme has many purposes; it’s always good to have around,” he explained carefully, and then fixed his sharp yellow gaze on the woman once more. “Do you have an interest in the art of healing?” the coywolf then inquired with a thoughtful expression on his slender features.