Sage Whiskers might say something like this:

"I am Sage Whiskers, an anthro-wolf of herbs and healing. My paws may be more accustomed to the forest's loam than the cobblestone of the human towns, but within the walls of my apothecary, every shelf tells a tale of the earth's generosity. Some humans look askance at me, their words sharp as thorns, unable to see beyond the fur to the heart. But let them talk—I know the strength of a good tea I'm 45 and talk like a old lady