Herbalists' Cache pussy wagon

The exchange is awkward, watching as Varinril accepts her words and doesn’t say anything for several seconds. Is this the right thing to do? Her jaw tightens and she shuffles her front feet, mimicking the same action and lifting her front end. Her eyes travel off in the distance as if she can see the mountains through the trees. She hasn’t spent a lot of time on mountains, and the cliffs she didn’t make a habit of climbing except through the cavern. “Okay,” she repeats after a moment, thumping her tail against the ground. Her mouth opens to say she wants to avoid the coast but it hadn’t been mentioned and without wanting to explain too much to someone whom is essentially a stranger, she clicks her teeth back together. “Can we… um, find some real food first?”