Agave turns and smiles at you as you approach her, eyes flickering up and down your body as if on instinct. Seems like an herbalist to you. You greet her kindly and sit, asking if she could spare a minute to talk. She frowns, glancing around. "Oh, well... maybe just a bit. Osier wouldn't mind if I'm a tad late to our date, right?" She smiles and sits beside you. "Osier is my beautiful mate, by the way," Agave launches into a story about when Osier was taken into the pack, her strange eyes shining brightly. You smiles and listen quietly, adding in small comments here and there.
Herbalist 
Herbalist