Herbalists' Cache beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The panther was duly impressed.

"He must sense something about you he likes," he posited, wondering what that something might be. Was she an exceedingly gentle spirit? Did she had seeds in her fur?

Dutch hadn't heard of Hearthwood yet, but he added it to his mental list of places to visit. He would not trouble this young girl with his questions at this point — perhaps that would change when it came time to send her safely home.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Blossom," he said, sentiment welling in his chest to hear of these things they had in common. He was charmed by her, and immediately wanted to meet the family that had raised her. He felt they would be just as good to know.

"I know a woman who has a crow companion," he told her, smiling as he thought of Tulugak. "She translates for him, and he tells fortunes to those who ask." He pointed his nose to the bird, a faint smile belying the glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "Perhaps this bird will make his words known. Can you hear him?"