#lorwolf lore

...where they, who are also part oni/angel respectively, offer services for the living to temporarily visit those whose spirits have crossed to the other side/far shore

Larkspur is constantly disappointed in and tired of Wisterias antics

Wisteria is constantly looking for "interesting" things and treats customers more as entertainment than anything else

Together they are a brain cell

They do hire Lichen and Moss who specialize in herbal and natural remedies and ways to cross over.

Lichen is especially quiet and barely talks while Moss never shuts up but is also super incredibly sweet. Would give you candy when you come back to your senses

The canvas ceiling swayed back and forth above Una's head, each bump vibrating up her spine and making her jolt with pain. Her headache from earlier had dissipated and a rare hunger was settling into her slim stomach. Well, it seemed that no one had bothered to check up on her, nor were there any snacks beside her to partake in. Where had those two rascally twins gotten to? Usually, they were here, pestering her and nagging by now.

Sitting up in the back of the caravan, noises of a crowd pulled her forward to cloth doors near the driver's seat. Ears jiggling with the force of sticking her head out of the tightened curtain door, Una swiveled her head this way and that, scanning her surroundings.

The Wanderer's Caravan seemed to be all hands on deck, with Pyxis negotiating with several merchant wolves around her as they walked by the carriage and Astrophel sitting atop the carriage in front, reading book after book seemingly still trying to find out some inkling to what was causing the fields of Goldrun to have soil devoid of life essence.

Flicking her ears, Una's attention was drawn to knight wolves running by towards a towering gate up ahead. Stone arches carved as if by a giant's paw loomed and passed overhead, each one carved with blue and yellow runes. For a moment, the runes looked almost readable to Una. Five guardians... protection... safety... then the readability faded away, Una swiftly returning to being illiterate. She shook her head, another migraine brewing up in her clouded brain.