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Burke definitely didn't want to die. He found all mushrooms dangerous and often stayed clear of the fungi. They were not his thing. He was more a fan of brute force. The male then nodded, looking at the curious... plant? Was it a plant. Burke ruffled his fur. "Thank you. I just say clear of all of them really." To him they were a pest because often, if caches were too long in one place, these buggers would show up along with other insects and Burke disliked that. Not that the wolf had any common knowledge of the nature cleaning up after itself. 

The tank of a male looked at Cicero. "If you would happen to do that, kill a wold with this I mean," he started to form his question. "Well, how would you pick the thing up without poisoning yourself?," he questioned. He found it rather dangerous. Some might like it, but as stated before Burke was not. He preferred his teeth and body. His docked tail wiggled in curiosity.