Hoshor Plains Ntropí

The woman stated she had made no such accusations. Antigone regarded her with his sour features. Not verbally, but the way that she had moved swiftly to intercept his path had suggested that she did not trust the stray at her borders. It was the way of most wolves. His words had been meant to dissuade any ideas of foul play.

When she inquired what had captured his attention, the red hood fixed his sights to her face. Antigone recognized that he should be careful with his words. The young wolf was only a man in search of herbs and plants. He had never visited the plains that housed this pack.

I’m a medic. Curt, but he lowered his snout and his tail shifted downward. Just wondering what kind of herbs might grow on your land.