The Heartwood Why does thou weep upon my grave

 "I will keep you safe while you look for that which you need. Lead the way."

A doer of her will and a guardian of her path. Harbinger to the damned, but servant to the influential. 

Come, She cooed softly, tone beckoning him with an enticing whisper.

The beast moved to walk beside her. Occasionally, the wool of his flank brushed her own. If any other man, or mayhap even a woman, Khasni would have not been the best tempered. But this one was different. He held trust for her, as she did he. As far as she could tell, he was a puppet linked to her string — and she would have it no other way.

We look for a plant today... a toxin to which can be lain upon my fleece and be used as a defense mechanism against possible threats. Do you know of many toxins, harbinger? There again she used that same, alluring voice, this time brushing the edge of her snout along his shoulder as he spoke.