Herbalists' Cache the itch

Well wasn't Raimo a loud happy-chappy. Maksim wasn't really sure what to make of him, but he supposed as long as he remained friendly enough, the tundra male would allow his company. Maksim mirrored the dark man's polite nod. At the man's apology, a small grin pulled at his lips. "It's okay, I'm just feeling a bit vulnerable right now so need to stay out of trouble if I can help it." He curved his head around to point out the large itchy-scabby wound on his rump above his tail. 

"Yeah, I'm looking for something - mint, actually - that will help stop the itching. It's been driving me crazy, can barely think straight." Maksim's top lip twitched and a single eye narrowed. Even just thinking about the incessant itching was enough to make it suddenly fire up again with a vengeance. The tundra wolf gave a thorough shake of his pelt in an attempt to relieve it. "Do you think there'd be some around here?" Maksim asked. Really he had no idea if he was looking in the right place.