Quattrice

After parting with the herbalist, you hear a fairly loud yawn. Tired of the endeavors, this belonged to a huntress that laid low. 

"Trice!" Kasahara calls, including a warning tone. She gets up as much as she can muster. 

"Oh!" the lead wolf yelps in guilt. "No need to greet me! Lay down, lay down.."

So does she. Looking up to you and her, she manages to give a warm smile. 

"I didn't know you were tired.." the lead wolf whines. You are quite surprised with the dynamics of this pack. 

"It's okay. The wanderer looks quite curious, though.." she smiles again, showing her belly. Laying under the sunlight sure has its benefits. 

"Call me Trice." she says, you two exchange friendly smiles. She then closes her eyes. 

You two decide not to disturb her anymore, moving onto the next one.