You explore the deep snowy wilderness of the Caribou Clan finding yourself unmistakably lost. You sniff around in the barren-leafed forest in hopes to find your way but the strong roots and scents of the plants cloud your head, confusing your sense of direction. That is until you found yourself observing a grayish-brown wolf nearby, digging up a plant while she carries other herb-related items in her jowls. You approach submissively, lowering your diameter to show you mean no harm. She notices you right away as you approach, giving a thoughtful but questioning look.
"Uhm, Escuse me. Do you by chance know where I can leave this area? It's like a maze, and I admit that I'm lost." You explain.
She nods slowly and points you to a direction with her snout.
You bow your head and thank her and take your leave, scurrying through the snowy-filled forest. The scents only seem to get stronger but you power through nonetheless in the direction the she-wolf pointed to. You stumble and fall as something sharp pierces your paw, letting out a short yelp.
You question yourself as you look at your paw pads, they are dotted with multiple tiny thorns that you just walked in. You bleed slightly on your paws as you observe your surroundings realizing that you are surrounded by bushes that shed their thorns. You think quickly and pluck the thorns out of your paw-pads carefully one-by-one and skillfully maneuver your way out of the thorn-bush trap, realizing that the old wolf had only directed you in a trap. What a sneaky dishonest she-wolf you thought. You decide to find your own way out.
Herbalist 
Herbalist