Herbalists' Cache pussy wagon

Varinril was not able to do much aside from stand there and watch them gobble it up. Once the other was done, however, she speedily dashed forward, scooping a small piece into her mouth before hightailing it out of there. Getting in a fight over such a small morsel would be a waste of energy on both parties, but some individuals were like that. It could be said that being a rogue drove them to such inclinations, but Varinril could think of an elementary solution to loneliness...

Once safely out of the other's reach, Varinril savors her inadequate piece. There's a bite to whatever this is; tangy whereas meat never was. As it slides down her throat, she realizes she wants more.

"Hey," she calls, looking at the unnamed wolf's square hindquarters. "Tell me where you got that and I'll help you."