Broken Boulder stone

Alarian had been meaning to do that, actually. He fixed her with a thoughtful look for several beats. You're right, yeah, But he didn't elaborate further— not yet. As they came to the entrance of his den, he stopped and gave her a pointed look: be careful. The way things were set up, it would have been easy to barge in and disturb everything. It wasn't like he slept tucked in a tiny corner of his den so there'd be room for all his herbs or anything.
It was easy to see why he was careful, entering his den. A vast, colorful array of dried herbs was sorted neatly— painstakingly, Ali would like to add— within. He picked his way over them, settling neatly in one of the few clear areas (notably, all rather small and really only large enough for a wolf his size, though that wouldn't be a problem for Eris).
There are some places I think need to be scouted out, He said, leaning down to collect what little he'd need for her shallow wounds.