Herbalists' Cache snake venom

 
The cadaverous coywolf had managed to gather enough seaweed so that he could help keep the dark wolf’s ribs tightly bound… or as tightly as was possible for a creature of his ability. It would allow for her to heal without the potential of off-setting a rib in the process. After having taken the time to store a cache in dampest location he could find, the ginger-hued male set his sights outside of the Sleeping Dragon territory in search of herbs that would allow him to make a salve to apply to open wounds. He was not altogether optimistic about finding what he would need, but it got him away from the pack and searching for something to keep his mind busy.
 
The woods would have been vibrantly green and flourished had it not been for the locusts that had ravaged the place. The leaves within the trees had been chewed through and were primarily stripped bare of the branches overhead. Some lay beneath the feet of the trotting figure, but they would be no good to him. His sharp gaze was on the lookout for something that would help with pain relief. He knew that there was a short supply of lavender in his den that could tide Magpie over until he was capable of finding something else, but his constant travels outside of the pack were beginning to wear on his skeletal figure.
 
Teetering through the sparse foliage, Glu’s yellow eyes darted to the small batches of plant life that seemed to have remained after the plaguing bugs had taken their toll. It looked grim indeed, and he would have soon abandoned his quest were it not for the bits of green bud that were peeking on the trees in odd locations. There was a chance that there would be life again and soon.
 

Hope you don't mind a coyote!

Artemis had been a fool, and approached a mother fox with tiny cubs. The things had potential to become a meal, and the greek would not give such a promise up simply because their mother was near. But the father had arrived shortly after, and they had driven her from the den site with screams and claws. Shallow gashes, in parallel, now traced their way across her side. She had fled before the creatures could do any more harm, snagging one of the cubs in the process.

But the scratches stung, and though the female paid no mind to the pain she knew that she ran a risk of having the cuts becoming infected. She, unlike her dear sister, was no master in the art of healing herbs, though she knew somethings of plants she was quite hopeless along the healer front. And so she trotted through lands budding with green, noticing the male a few minutes later.

She did not greet him, merely stood still a few meters away from him and waited for him to notice her, if he would. He seemed at first, to be a coyote as well, but upon second glance she discerned him to be partl wolf. He did look remarkably coyote-like, however. It would make no sense to try to converse with this coywolf anyway, he probably spoke the common tongue in these lands, a tongue she had begun to understand and yet would not speak. She was a perfectionist, and refused to speak until she could do it perfectly.

I absolutely do not mind! Thank you so much. <3

Perhaps the skeletal figure of the Dragon wolf would have simply remained oblivious to the other creature, had it not been for the scent that lingered on her pelt. She had approached him quietly, keeping her lips set, and had simply allowed for him to notice her. That being said, the coywolf had been keen on his search for herbs, and had not immediately sensed the female; not until the stench of her small wounds had reached his nares and his ears darted forward. Glu’s sharp canary gaze followed her feet up to her small features and he realized that he shared a significant part of his blood with the species standing before him. Though he had retained the coloration of most coyotes, his build was larger than theirs, still composed of wolf. Nevertheless, he was shortly mesmerized by the female and her strange appearance.
 
Quickly, Gluskap’s gaze darted from her face to the remainder of her figure, pausing with effort on the wounds that were visible while he thought to check for others that may have been hidden by her coat. Taking an eager step towards her, his lips were reeled upwards and the tips of his canines shone from underneath the dark leather.
 
“You are injured,” he breathed in a voice that would suggest he was delighted by this fact. “I should eat you.” And his narrow muzzle bobbed towards the earth in a decisive manner before he lifted his skull back up to lock his bright gaze with her own. “Unless you were in need of help?” he then inquired. There was a canting of his head to the left and an intense expression of curiosity. He did not expect that a coyote would simply approach the figure of a stranger unless they thirsted for a clean death… or their assistance.

Well, this was a tad concerning. His words (Or, at least, as she understood them) and voice did not match. Well, wolves were odd creatures, and this one had the unfortunate plight to be some portion wolf. Her brow raised in a "really?" sort of look at the mention of eating, and she gave him her signature "not angry, just disapointed' look. Then words left his maw again, and she nodded. Yes. Help. He would help her, he must know about herbs. She did not think that wolves possessed the brain power for this, perhaps the wolf could prove her wrong. She did not fear the wolf poisoning her, for then he would be unable to eat her, and why use poison when one is in possession of many tiny daggers in one's maw?

The coyote said simply "ξέρετε βοτάνων? You help me, yes." It was a bit more of a statement then a question.

The coywolf’s first remark seemed to draw forth an expression of disappointment from the female. It did not faze him. He remained ever vigilant in the idea that she would make a decent meal for the starving pack that he served. If Glu were to carry the limb figure of a coyote into the Dragon territory, certainly they would shower him with praise. With a flick of his ear, though, he disregarded the thought altogether. It was the foreign tongue with which she spoke that had him abandon the idea of feasting on her soft flesh. The sharp yellow of his eyes traveled the length of her body and he frowned. The foreign language was soon replaced by that of the common tongue, and he frowned softly.
 
Taking a step forward, the skeletal figure peered at her with mild curiosity. She did not seem at all bothered by him, but he had noted the way her gaze had traveled his figure with a hint of skepticism. After all, he carried some of the same blood that crafted her into the creature that she was.
 
After another moment or two of eyeing her body, Gluska turned and began to teeter around in search of herbs to use on the wounds that surely stung her body. “How did you do it?” he asked her absently, eyes searching for a sign of birch leaves for him to chew into a salve. Though he was an oddity, the coywolf knew well enough about the medicinal world to keep this foreign woman on her legs for a while.