Moonspear My Shangri-la, I can't forget

He gathered what looked like herbs, setting them on the skin before rolling it into a pouch, which he tethered around his throat. Meerkat could only watch in fascination. She was no medic, yet she could think of a thousand other uses for such a thing.

If you don’t mind my asking, what is that? And how did you make it? Meerkat prompted as she motioned for him to follow her uphill.