Herbalists' Cache I've got a God-shaped hole that's infected

While she walked, a shape up ahead that definitely wasn't a tree drew her curiosity. It was a girl - a pitiful brown and grey thing - easily overlooked had it not been for the bundle of herbs clutched in her jaws.

"Little one," she chuffed a greeting, not wanting to startle her as she appeared deep in thought. "Are you on your way to Kukutux's healing circle?" For what other explanation was there except that she was a wanderer of sorts.

From this distance, she could not detect a familiar scent, and instead took to gazing at her curiously.