Herbalists' Cache that 70's show

Kiwi stared.  He was a jumpy thing, wasn't he?  Her look grew a little colder, more haughty.  It was always a toss up, when she met a new wolf, what side they would see.  But lately, as she began to suspect each wolf she crossed, more and more, had nothing to give her... mean won out.  

Seems the only proper thing would be to find out yourself.  That way, if they are, your pack only loses you.  She answered, glancing at the mushrooms with little interest.  She had no real interest in healing.  If she ever needed one, she'd either find one or she'd deserve the death she got.  Can't be much of one, a healer who can't even tell the difference between medicine and poison.  More liability than asset.