Poison Examination

FitzDutiful kept his eyes on the waterline, there was no cave coming up at all. What could he do? In the end he decided anywhere was better than nowhere and pulled it out, hoping Zhavvi would help. He looked around. They were outside of the pack lands by quite a way, but Whitefish River was still a way off. No man's land.

Should they just leave it there? FitzDutiful didn't have a clue what the petals were but Zhavvi had said they were bad. Did she know how bad? A dark streak fluttered through FitzDutiful, a scientists streak, they could watch and learn. They could see if anything else touched it, monitor the events. They could mark around it to keep away nice wolves and anyone who ignored them deserved the bad that came from eating it. FitzDutiful was tired of looking out for everyone in the world, his heart and duty belonged to his pack. No one else.

Abruptly he marked a small circle around the carcass and turned to Zhavvi. He would let her have this honour for he had other duties and she had found it in the first place. "Keep pack away. We watch, wait, learn." Would she understand and he found himself wondering if she would agree. When did her opinion start mattering to him? He really needed to get a grip on himself for almost every female wolf in his company he had started to get an attraction to. And they all left.