Citrus

You enter the herbalist den hesitantly, favoring one paw as you tread through the dusting of snow on the forest floor. Citrus is sitting in the back of the den sorting herbs- you're not sure if you're glad that it's her instead of her apprentice Tundra that's available to help you. Tundra is.. well, pleasant compared to Citrus, but usually unwilling to help you; he'd rather wander off into the forest and saunter around searching for herbs. Citrus on the other hand, is always willing to help (and very good at it too), but is prickly and curt while she treats you. She makes it seem like it's your job to get treated, rather than her job to treat you- always picking at tiny details like posture and hygiene.
She looks up at you as you enter the den, her gaze annoyed. "Ah, it's you again. Can't you ever stay out of trouble? Always getting your tail in a knot. What is it this time?," she asks. You open your mouth to answer, but are cut off by Citrus, answering her own question- "Sprained paw, I see? You're favoring it." You nod. "Well, go on then, sit down over there. And don't act so timid. You can speak up, you know. I'm the herbalist, not a grizzly bear."