Upper Rocky Cave
This cave sits nestled in the face of a cliff, safe from the dusty commotion of the gorge below. Clambering up the towering pile of loose rocks takes you to the mouth of the cave, where ivy clings to the stone in drooping curtains. The chasm inside is dry and dark, and the air is thick with the perfume of drying herbs. Birch Bark, the pack's healer, sits in the back of the cave, fully absorbed in her work. Piles of various plants and berries sit in neat categories by her paws. At the sound of the ivy rustling, she lifts her eyes, eyes gleaming in the dim light.'Hello there,' she woofs, voice soft and gentle. 'Come and have a rest if you're not feeling well. Or, if you've just come to chat, I don't mind.' Her smile is toothy yet kind. Soft nesting material lines the floor, and flowering herbs hang low from the ceiling.