Herbalists' Cache i'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

The thin, dirty figure stretched across the ground catches her attention, a shocking and slightly nauseating sight; she'd scented another here, the fresh trail of a young wolf, but she hadn't expected to find the youth in this state. She changes course to approach him, picking carefully through the pine needles, concern coloring her expression. He's in a bad way, she can see that now, and younger than she'd initially thought. Not a small child — but not an adult, either. Certainly not old enough to be on his own, in her opinion. Hey, She calls softly, halting a few feet off in case the boy startles. You look like you could use some help. Her tone is gentle, an attempt at appealing to the boy before she takes a more assertive approach. A willing patient is always easier to deal with.