Herbalists' Cache happiness is a butterfly

She didn't mean to follow, but the sleek dark woman had admittedly intrigued her. Clearly a mate to the ragged man who had found her before, this wolf held great power, and—

If their blood was to gain a foothold in these distant lands, they desperately needed allies.

Rising Sun quietly entered the thicket, meandering 'round for a while before homing in upon the last traces of Star Eater's scent. Finally, she came across the woman, poking at herbs trapped in the clefts of rocks.

Hello, she greeted quietly, tail beating a slow, gentle rhythm at her hocks. I can help?

Her grandmother and namesake had been an herbalist, and Rising Sun had picked up things from the old matriarch here and there. She would never be an expert. . .but perhaps knowledgeable enough to be of assistance.