🌱 Serenity

At the heart of the forest, the herbalist, Serenity, and her apprentice trotted with purpose. Her satchel, woven from dried grasses and bark, was brimming with freshly picked herbs. Every so often, they would pause to inspect a patch of greenery or a fallen tree, her sharp gaze scanning for medicinal plants. The younger wolf lingered beside her, eyes wide with fascination.

"Is this one useful, too?" the pup asked, pawing at a cluster of tiny flowers.

The herbalist chuckled softly, her tone patient. "Not quite. That one's bitter and of no help to the sick. But this—" she plucked a sprig of Boneset from a nearby bush—"this can soothe wounds and fever. Remember its scent."