Aconite

The pale wolf glares at your approach, eyeing you up and down with undisguised suspicion.
"I used to be a Herbalist you know," he snarls, "but that stupid Terra pup thought she was better than me."

He spits the name out like rotten flesh, his fur bristling at the thought of the young herbalist.

"I bet she bribed the leader to let her take my place. Ash never liked me, but I was the best they had. Now I'm stuck watching these stinking pups."

A venomous stare is enough to send a watching pup scampering off, tail tucked between it's tiny legs. Aconite squints. His eyes dart to a nearby bush. There is a long pause before he turns back to you, the corners of his mouth arcing in a poorly disguised grin. He reaches over and carefully plucks a few shiny black berries from the branches. He spits them out at your paws, dark eyes boring into yours.

"Would you do a favor for an old wolf?" His voice changing to a sickly sweet tone, "Could you perhaps deliver these to Terra, I would be so grateful."

The ex-herbalist grins, baring yellowed fangs, "If you do, I may... forget to inform the guards of your trespassing."

A low chuckle emanates from his throat as you gingerly take the berries, and turn to leave the strange wolf.

"Just remember: Don't choke on them!"