Visting the *Achoo* Healer

Ashton was downstairs, organizing his pantry with the helpful little trinkets he had collected. A few fresh blackberries, basil leaves, a husk of plum root, blue cap mushrooms, switchblade grasses, and another laundry list of accessories that medical knowledge allowed him to use correctly.
Little did the hippie know, he would be using a few of the rescourses today.

The first thing he heard as he replaced the wilted lavender in one of his infirmaries, was a flurry of sneezes. Then a few barks,
And more sneezes.
Someone needed a check up, eh?

Carrying the wilted lavender gently in his golden jaws, the lupine padded upstairs and through the comfortably 'small' den, and out the opening.
There stood the girl he mistakenly thought was air at the pack meeting.

Offering a charming smile, Ashton placed the light purple stems down, and inquired,

"Tell you're not here to kill me for bumping into you, when you have a bit of a cold, sweets?"