Herbalists' Cache Treasure galore

Though he couldn't possibly fathom the use of this place, its medicinal value lost to the uncultured youth, Phoenix knew right away that the area was somehow special. He could smell it, if nothing else. Following the freshest herb-scents, he traveled deep into the garden cache, sniffing at what he found interesting and snorting at the things that stung the sensitive innards of his nose. He made many faces, ranging from giddy to disgusted, but he became distracted when the scent of plants suddenly turned wolf.

Phoenix looked up, spotting a pale figure ahead. Without hesitation, the Creeker approached her out of curiosity, trotting up briskly until he'd come near enough to be noticed. "Hi," he said simply, testing the waters so to speak.