Herbalists' Cache lady of the hour [m]

the wolf of the canyon had left her sated for a long while, the time it took to descend the sunspire. but the cravings had returned when mireille dropped into the valley.
from there she crossed to the taiga, leggy trot carrying her inexorably for home.
she smelled of men and wild places; she longed for the salt tang back at her nostrils and wound into her pelt. 
a scent, and familiar. the sapphique leader snorted and passed by, wondering why the man had lingered here. she would not stop unless she was halted.