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"Do to you?" she repeated, a little amused by Whip's choice of words. "I'm not going to do anything to you. I'm going to offer you something and you can take it or leave it. It's entirely up to you." Even as the words left her mouth, they arrived just outside the badger den. Rather than immediately duck inside, she finished what she was saying. "I've crumbled up some poppies. If you ingest the powder, it really lifts the mood. I think you should give it a try, though as I said, it's your call."

She gave him a little smile, then disappeared into the small burrow for a moment. When she withdrew, she was holding a leaf gently with her lips. She had licked it and pressed it to a dose of the poppy dust and the little red granules were visible against the sheaf of brown. Raven set it down at Whip's feet, yellow eyes tracing absently over the scars on his forelegs before she straightened up again and waited to see what he would do.