Moonspear And the chickens how they rattle chicken chains

Of course, Bronco knew that simply sitting in the rain wasn't going to do any special healing for his muscles- if anything, it made joints ache and protest from the humidity. So when she delivered her treatment decisions, he nodded sorely, and lurched uncomfortably to his feet. He grunted softly as he began to move, but stopped when he saw her pick up the bundle she'd been carrying earlier. He hadn't noticed it then- but she was carrying her herbs not just in her mouth, but she had them placed instead in a protective sheath made from what he assumed was the skin of a small animal- he'd need to take a closer look to see what kind, but also didn't want to shove his face right in her face. 

"Woah," He said, and ambled a few paces closer, tail low and wagging to express his docility, as he looked at her carrying packet with fascination. It went over her shoulders, and hung there, cradling the herbs inside a fold. "That's- how'd you think to do that? Is that so, like, you don't drool all over the herbs? Or like...Accidentally swallow something you shouldn't swallow?" He asked, drawing back a pace, then- what if the carrying envelope was meant to protect her from harmful medicines? Was she carrying poisonous medicines in that thing? Nah- not someone as soft and gentle as Kukutux. "Did you make that?" He asked, willing to follow her direction- but very interested in the device she carried with her.