Kanut

You stumble upon a corner in the main cave that is relatively private, plants and herbs stuffed into crevasses and ledges in the stone. A gray-furred wolf hunches over many different types of herbs on the floor, scattered about. The sound of frustrated muttering reaches your ears- the herbalist of this pack didn't seem friendly at all, despite being one supposed to take care of wolves. He growls a bit as he sorts through the endless pile and you wonder if the sullen wolf is a good herbalist after all. 

"Our healer means well, he's just a bit rough around the edges," A light, airy voice says behind you. A russet furred she-wolf pads up to you gazing over at her pack mate with bright olive eyes. "Kanut!" She calls, and to your surprise the herbalist turns away from his task. 

"Rowan," He says with a hint of sarcasm, but you notice his brows aren't pinched together anymore. "You're lucky you aren't sick anymore," Kanut grumbles as the she-wolf enthusiastically nuzzles him in greeting. "Who's this?" Hazel eyes turn to you, scrutinizing your every feature. 

"Just a visitor passing through," Rowan answers for you, tail wagging slightly. 

"Unless you need treatment, stay away from here. I don't need another incident messing up my stores," Kanut huffs, already beginning to turn back to his herbs. 

Rowan leads you out, looking slightly embarrassed. "Ah, like I said... rough around the edges." 

Art by Enya (#24652)

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