Bearclaw Valley Upon Death's Door

For @Aventus.

Within her slender jaws, a cluster of herbs - poisons, soaked with the last rainfall. She is far more careful holding them now as they are wet, the drools from her mouth unladylike wetting her already wet jaws and chin further. Back home, she settles them down before her, a curious eye upon them as she looks over her collection from a day's work. Settling down, she shakes out her wet white furs, the rains finally settling only to pitter patter a few for now. She had been due to show @Merrick a thing or two about these poisons, yet for the time being kept them to herself. After all, Merrick had yet to deliver her the pound of flesh and bone due to her.