Moonspear I make the moves up as I go

When they arrived, Hydra heeded her instruction, the acrid scent of plants infiltrating her nose and causing her muzzle to wrinkle. Though the flora healed, combined it concocted a sharp scent that was displeasing to her for a moment. She was plenty used to the scent, what with having visited Lyra's own herbal den when her sister was busy with it, but it was always a shock the first instant to her. Not at all like the scent of blood and meat. 

Clearing her nose with a soft snort, the Beta surveyed the others medicinal repository, impressed and pleased. You have been hard at work already, Hydra observed, gaze shifting to Speedy. Where did you learn about all these herbs? She inquired next; some, to her eye, were unfamiliar. But this area was far from her forte.