Greatwater Lake spice and wolf

"ruined. unfit for consumption," he answered, his eyes flickering to haunt's face as attica called her over. lasher was silent for a moment; tonravik had given no details. a wolf of tartok did not do such things. however, he had mentioned it in passing to blue willow, and she had shed her light upon what had happened to the prey animal.

"tonravik -- that is her name -- did not outright tell me what had happened to the rabbit, but i know that there are tasteless, odorless herbs that can be tossed into water or stuffed into a tear in pelt covering the meat. but they are rare. most often, poison can be tasted through the more bitter herbs used. it is a foul, burning taste, and immediate proof of tampering."

explorers though they were, lasher hoped they would not seek out tonravik. surely she had borne her cubs by now; she was a savage beast by nature, but her wrath would be magnified tenfold by the presence of little ones, and she would not spare the halflings here if they trespassed too close to the spine.