The Medicine Den
The smell of herbs was plentiful as a blue, green, and gray wolf padded past, deep into the den. He seemed to know what he was doing. "Get out of here." He growled, turning to glare at you. "Unless I know you need my help, begone!""Take it easy, Healing Malachite, they're a guest." Silver Arrow, the Lead Wolf, replied, stepping between the traveler and the herbalist. He waited until the other wolf backed down, bowing his head.
"If you say so, my king." Malachite grumbled, though there was a glint in his eyes that betrayed his supposedly honest words. He closed the den off with a few extra logs he had found, leaving it to be himself and anyone who was unfortunate enough to have an illness.