Herbalists' Cache with my eagles t-shirt hanging from the door

Eshe turned as Masquerade spoke and searched for them until she spotted them within the tangle of the underbrush. Although her view was obstructed, their mask was striking and stuck out against the contrast of the greenery. Her gaze lingered on their marking for a beat longer than what would be considered normal; they had reassured her that she was fine where she was.

She only glanced away when the news of the nearby pack piqued her interest. "I'm glad that I'm not infringing on your packlands," she said with a smile, her tail wagging.

"I'm Eshe. Nice to meet you, Masquerade." Their name was as unique as their markings were. 

Eshe sensed the edge of awkwardness in Masquerade's introduction, and she happily took charge of the direction of their conversation."Random question for you," she began, "I'm trying to transport a bundle of plucked oak leaves, and I have no idea how to transport them. Do you know if there are any large leaves in the area that I could use to make a pouch to carry them in?" She figured the other wolf would have a better idea than she did.