Herbalists' Cache like the river runs

At first the woman went unnoticed. Hono was much too keen on fleeing from this cursed woods. The longer he lingered, the more soot infiltrated his nostrils and made a home in his lungs. It was only a matter of time before he'd succumb to these tiny flakes of death. His breath quickened. He couldn't allow that to happen. His wounds were freshly healed, he had just convinced himself to leave the valley. He couldn't back down now.

Do you know...

Finally he halts. Crimson eyes swept over the surroundings and locked onto a light figure. She too examined the woods. Was she as urgent as him? He couldn't tell. Perhaps not, a wolf on the run had no time for questions.

No, he sighed. And he didn't wish to know the cause of it. I know the world has been bought to shambles but I never expected to run into anything like this.