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Ira blinked his frosted milky blue eyes at his guardian as she pointed out that canines liked to chew bones and he could not dispute her because he knew her words to be true. As her question flowed from her lips, Ira's eyes drifted from Jinx -- though his attention did not waver -- to study the borders again as if he were imagining the scenario in his head. He could see the problem, of course, easily since Jinx had pointed it bluntly out to him. The wretched s alone would have been enough to deter him but then again he was not desperate nor was he a savage. Silently, Ira thought through it, squirming into the distance before it occurred to him what could be done. It was painstakingly obvious once he realized it but he looked back at her, abruptly eager to put forth his solution. "Poison. We could poison them. It doesn't even have to be lethal but enough to make them violently ill," He proposed, figuring that since he didn't believe in killing innocents even if they were a vessel for starvation and death. Although, even a small dose could probably kill a wolf who knew only hunger. But in truth, that wouldn't be his concern. A merciless, and sly ruler Ira would be but he would not seek out meaningless deaths. There had to be justice and honor, a fortified cause to warrant it. He would be many things but a random murderer was not on the agenda.

"I," Ira began but paused at her following question of how he would display small bones. For this, he did not have an answer. It would seem his disturbingly morbid imagination had ran out. "I don't know." He admitted, making a face as the words left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. He was still a child, and he did not have all the answers, though he liked to think differently. "What do you suggest?" He asked Jinx, realizing that he needed her council in this.