Herbalists' Cache all places the same

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Solveig felt optimistic; passing through the Taiga brought her fresh sweeping breezes of cool air, and notes of herbs as they grew and flourished. She noticed Rosemary, and saw dill growing in a Feb she had passed- but the most aromatic of all was the mint, which seemed accentuated on the air. It was a clean scent, and she was drawn toward it as the essence was essentially squeezed out of the plants.

In the distance, she could see what had caused the sudden flush of mint scent on the breeze- a pale wolf, whose lightly sooty pelt now likely had all sorts of mint leaves in it, was rolling around on the ground. Her mood was bright still; she could tell that her season was coming to an end, but still she felt impulsive and frisky. 

Here, before her, was another opportunity. 

She uttered a soft chuckle, entertained at the sight of someone as masculine as him to be caught mint-bathing. Mirth shone in her eyes which would be averted coyly should he overhear her and glance in her direction.