Deepwood Weald For that with which you are.

Maiken described her arrangement with the white-furred wolf. They had come to an understanding of each other. She was allowed to practice her healing arts as she pleased, while also having the safety of her pack’s protection. Jörmungandr wondered what the white dog got from such a deal, but believed that she must have been too foolish to consider one for herself. This pleased him, the insulting of the white-furred abomination. It eased the tension from his shoulders and back. 

Maiken asked if he might join her on her hunt for herbs. He knew nothing of rosemary or thyme. The man could not have predicted their uses, if his life depended on it. He would also be little use to her in locating the plants. Jörmungandr wondered why she had asked. He considered that the gods had directed her to him for saving. Furthermore, he had no plans in the weald, beyond hunting. 

Fine. 

The one-eyed man motioned for her to lead their way.