Lone Star Mountain Misstep Into Misfortune

he seemed friendly enough, admitting his injury and greeting her with a nod. Watching him a second, she offered after a hesitant pause, "I cold help, if you'd like. I know some things about herbs." It was only common courtesy, after all, and the chance to perhaps make an aquatance...and if she was feeling particularly analytical, call in a favour. 

Yet she she hardly thought so far ahead now, knowing that she would lose little should she help the stranger, and instead the chance to gain. She offer was made with a curious tilt of her head, for the recognized pack-scent off of the wolf now, and wondered if he resided near here.