Herbalists' Cache dark sky

Dune gave his hips a wiggle to disperse the last of the urine from the tip of his dingus. When he looked up, somebody was watching him. While a human may have been embarrassed at being caught mid-piss, Dune didn't give it a second thought, moving on to the present situation with ease. At least she hadn't attacked him while he'd been doing as much, though he scolded himself internally for not being more aware of his surroundings. She smelled faintly of other wolves, unlike the wolf he had sought food with a couple of days ago. Perhaps she was part of a pack.

Since this stranger had narrowed her sights on him, he looked at her expectantly, assuming she had a reason for approaching him in the first place.