Sunbeam Lair herbalist cache

Cougar.

It filled the air with apphrension along with its stink. Holland tensed up, the scars from his last encounter with its kind still appeared fresh. They were old now though, but still visible. And the trauma he encountered as he fought for his life against that large feline... Some wounds did not heal. The medic turned, a light growl on his lips. He wasn't even aware cougars spoke the same language as wolves.

The one he had fought was feral, primitive. The way this one smacked its lips made him slightly uneasy. Was he to break his oath of pacifism so soon? The fur along his shoulders bristled, his scarred side now clear when he whipped around. If this cougar was intelligent enough they could liken those wounds to their own claws. "Collecting" he utters lowly, narrowing his one good eye "moss."

Did he doubt the beast could try to kill him? No.