Morag

You've come across a female wolf standing amongst piles of various plants. Her blue eyes draw away from the herbs she seems to be pawing into careful, organized piles to look at you for just a moment. As you are about to ask what she is doing, there is movement along one of the wolf's forelegs- and it takes you a moment to recognize that the creature moving along her leg is a snake, almost hidden amongst the shades of brown and tan in her fur as its scales are almost the same color. The wolf gives you a cheeky look, chuckling. "Don't mind Vesper, he's harmless. Now, have you come to seek aide for an illness or wound?" There's a brief pause as the snake makes a small hissing noise and the wolf seems to nod her head, as if the snake had just spoken to her. "Yes, yes, I was getting there, Vesper. My name's Morag. I'm the herbalist of Tùs. You are?" Another hiss and Morag sighs in what seems like exasperation, rolling her eyes. "Oh, come on, Vesper, that was polite!"