The Sentinels this side of paradise

Annabel looked up to see an elegant white wolf hovering near her. Well, so much for not drawing attention to yourself. Annabel's eyes flitted to the herbs and flowers that the other she-wolf had set to the ground. Medicine? I could use some of that. Maybe a nice, refreshing herb to do the trick. I really know nothing about herbs. The cream she wolf could gather enough to come to the conclusion that the wolf in front of her was pretty knowledgable in her field. 

   Annabel realized she had been silent for a long time, and hastily responded. "Yeah, um, I think I got a few bites actually. I mean I'm fine for the most part. Not like these ants actually hurt me, or--or anything." Annabel was lying through her teeth. The bites stung something awful. "Ok, maybe it hurts just a tiny bit."