Herbalists' Cache [m]One for the money, two for the show

He heard her before she appeared and she didn’t get to see his eye roll in response to her dig. He had indeed followed her, wondering why his mouse of a sister would venture out on her own. Without him.

It was so unlike her, but he couldn’t blame the girl, not when he was also going off on his own. He had spent time with Uncle Tybault before he left in search of Reina, learning ways to be a guardian, and he would take time to himself to practice. It was special to him and he wanted to keep it exclusive. His sister would never become someone who would excel in such a role.

“I am not a bore, Dottie. Don’t be ru—“ His head snapped up—there was something on the wind above the scent of pine and the dirt that made home on his upper lip. “Dottie, come here. Now.” It was unfamiliar, and the unknown was scary. They were not close to their pack, and if anything dangerous were around, it would take them a hot minute to find the siblings.