Hoshor Plains Little Boxes

Noooo it isn't crap <3

Zhavvi was starting to get more interested in herbs and plants, although she had no teacher in it, she was learning herself about the effects of mushrooms and certain plants to test them on others. How caring she was for her Khalas, not really. A few wolves definitely had been sick, but not in a way that it was lethal. Only one slave had proven to be too weak after she had told the female to eat a plant with tiny white flowers. She didn't know the name but the slave had slowly died a horrible death with eye irritation, rashes, diarrhea and nausea. Not that Zhavvi really cared.

She had her stock hidden between the roots of a tree, the plants that she knew that would be fatal to her fellow canines. She just returned when she saw her uncle being lazy. She creeped closer and then jumped on top of him. She wanted to try and startle him. Zhavvi didn't held her stance long and rolled off him, showing a bit of her playful side she sometimes still had. "Hey Uncle," she greeted. "I see you are growing fat," she teased and grabbed his ear.