Blackfeather Woods oathkeeper

Finally, it seemed, that Atshen's attention was caught once again. His eyes shone curiously, and his tail swayed gently between his hindquarters as he began to fantasize about the possibilities once more. Honestly, such intentions were fueled by his interest, and in this conversation, it ebbed and flowed with the conversation. 

But, of course, with such dastardly plans came curiosity. "How do you trick them into eating it?" As far as Atshen knew, these plants had a particular smell, and it would be hard to trick even the dullest wolf into such a meal. His eyes cast downwards towards the frozen leaves and he pressed forward a step, his head canting to the side as he examined them. After some observation and very little brain activity in regards to what he saw, the brute turned his eyes back to the other wolf expectantly, his eyes reaching up to his fellow leader as he waited.