Poison Examination

Zhavvi didn't see the girl's inner struggle about names. The slender girl liked to have others know her name because then she would be referred to right. In any case, the girl stated that the food was bad. She figured out what bad meant. Zhavvi then realized it wasn't a statement but a question. She figured that out by the youngster's questioning look. Zhavvi nodded once, and courtly. "Yes," she returned and then looked over the carcass. She might give the young pup a lesson about this, as far as Zhavvi could.

She pawed at the carcass until a pedal fell out. With er paw she tried to drag the pink petal away from the carcass so the girl, presumably called June, could see. Zhavvi pointed at her with her nose, though she didn't sniff it. "Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad!," she repeated to make the pup understand that it was bad. It was bad bad, double bad. Zhavvi didn't know the plant's name but she did knew the smell by now. Zhavvi then looked at June with her green eyes and then faked that she would eat it. She took a bite of air above the petal to indicate eating. Then she started to swirl on her feel and let herself fall to she size with her eyes closed. Dead.

Zhavvi found herself a brilliant actress, but having her eyes closed she wasn't sure if the youngster understood what she was saying if only she could speak her tongue perfectly, then she could just explain that it was a poison, a bad poison. Someone wanted the STM wolves dead, or very sick.