Herbalists' Cache iii. whispering woods of wild and lurid dreams

He'd finished doing rounds, collecting more items around the Cache. It was plentiful and the most important things seemed to have sprouted early. The Shaman carried goosegrass and moss, woven into his fur by Myrto for safe keeping. It hung from his thick scruff the mouse tinkering and working to keep it secured as if she were tending to a nest. He wondered if, in light of the breeding season, she too would have children. It wouldn't be hard for her to sneak off and find one of her kind to make such an act possible. He certainly wouldn't mind being used as a nest for his Familiar; they worked as one.

Soon, he came across another being. This one seemed strange but a healer also. She had packs -- he'd heard of wolves from other lands use them to carry things great distances. She looked odd too. He admired her. Chuffing softly, he came closer, inspecting the skins as well as the stranger. His tail waved in greeting, an easy smile upon his countenance. "Hey here," he greeted, his eyes finding the marring upon her face. He felt a well of concern but he was outstanded by her face. Her ears. He'd never met anyone like her. He hoped she could speak and what she'd sound like -- strangers from far away places always intrigued him! 
"You..." He trailed off, not knowing how to word what he saw. What she looked to him. "Beautiful." He murmured quietly, his gaze caught on her as if he were looking at the stars.

He shook his head, chuckling nervously, his heart pounding hard enough to jump-start a nuclear power station. Then he notices the stings littering her face, concern etching into his gaze. The welts looked painful and seemed to litter her legs too, though he couldn't be sure without inspection. "Are you hurt?" He asked carefully. No such creature should be in pain. He racked his brain for what he needed: blackberry leaves, perhaps dock leaves if they weren't available.