One potato, two potato [joining]

A call came from a voice vaguely familiar, the howl beckoning her to the borders and, drawn by both duty and curiosity, she followed it to find Warja, the young healer from the Oasis, accompanied by a young red-headed male. She tilted her head in a nod of greeting, warily extending the greeting to the male. "Warja - heil. I had not expected to be seeing you at my threshold, though I am not displeased by it. What can I help you and your young friend with?" To the best of her knowledge, Warja belonged to the pack Secretua, though perhaps she had grown bored of it finally and left to make her own way. The herbs at their feet did seem to speak of a certain finality to their journey here, anyway.