Herbalists' Cache If I went and hurt my body,

The place, as wonderful as it might have been to the stranger, set him on edge.

His fur might have raised with such internal ruckus had it not curled some along his spine. Difficult for it to stand in such a condition.

As poor conditioned as his whole body was, it was a wonder that he even managed to stand himself.

At least, he figured, the herbal scent of the place masked him well enough. Some lively in the air to cover up his stench of confused hormones and healing injury. However if it covered him, then surely it covered anything else as well.

Like the man who bathed in mint.

It stirred something within him and all he could do was gawk at the sight like a nervous intruder.