Blackfeather Woods Not much time to lose

The fragrant scent of so many herbs was what drew her, a few easily recognizable, others not so much. The scent of the pale woman was next, and as she drew near, a little trepidly, dull scratching and rustling sounds that could only be the femme working with her wares. She was interested, having never had such a cache of herbs before but only working with what she had. Not that she was too stupid to have any forethought, but the life of a wanderer did not allow one to set up caches.

She drew near the entrance to the wraith's workplace, letting out a quiet, unsure chuff to alert the other of her presence as she gazed over the many bundles of carefully wrapped and collected herbs with interest, wondering if she could do nothing to help.