Herbalists' Cache Bury The Hatchet

He wanted to kick himself for scaring Leto into thinking she needed some sort of cure for the leeches. Maybe he took it too far. 

He'd tried telling her she'd be fine and the damn things would come off if you just pulled on them. And other than taking a little blood, they were harmless. At least, he thought. But she wouldn't take that as an answer, and in fact, demanded that the wolf seek medical assistance to deal with them. Which he would. But he wouldn't be happy about it. His paws were on fire, his muscles hurt, he'd only just started drying off from washing his coat free of mud. He needed rest and a meal. 

He didn't even know what he was looking for. He knew jack shit about herbalism, and the two of them had had such luck finding others up until now. He'd debated on picking some random leaves and bringing them back to her, but as much as he wanted to believe they were harmless, he couldn't be sure, and he'd feel terrible if something did come of it. 

He did take the time away from her to do his private business. He'd always felt self-conscious about doing that near others, so the brief privacy was nice. Then he was off, following the scent of what he thought to be another. 

It grew stronger as he walked, leading him to believe it was fresh, meaning someone or something was at the end of it. There was a thicket ahead, and that's where he believed the smell to originate from.