Herbalists' Cache bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang

she sidestepped in a futile attempt to save her teetering balance; she remained upright,  but in her surprise the mint fell from her maw. she does not mind with it; the more pressing matter is the wolf who has stridden confidently into her side. it takes her a moment to re-orient herself and swing around to face the stranger, but when she does, her stance is calm. she doubts she has much to worry about from the stranger, clumsy as she is, and though she is still taken aback, her first words are, "are you alright?"