Herbalists' Cache Weep for yourself

As though willed by munmun himself, Speckletooth turned his head as a woof hit his ears, and there stood a wolf. They made Speckletooth feel small, and yet he couldn't stop his rapidly wagging tail.

Before he could get a word out he was hit with the sound of a wail quickly followed by the scent of vomit. Jee - is yer friend sick? He asked, referring to the noise. His tail couldn't help but slow - the smell of unwanted regurgitant wasn't exactly a great conversation starter.

It crossed his mind for just a moment that he may have overstepped a boundary given there was not one, but two wolves here. He quickly dismissed it; why would wolves live where there's no swamp? That'd just be silly!