Redsand Canyon Where Warriors Tread, Healers Dread

A soft nod and she bent to pick up her herbs. It wasn't that it was entirely unknown to her. Trade something for a service or an item, but what she was worried of. Was whether or not she had to trade specific things. After all he had said, he was all boss. So what he said go.

She tampered down a snort. She wouldn't stir the pot, but wolves eh felt they were all powerful, usually ended up on the bad end of teeth.

Anyway, she followed behind him, brown eyes taking in the pack land.