Silvertip Mountain The American Yew

Zaria turned when she heard the female approach. It was not that difficult to hear, yet, Zaria noticed that Krypton was at least a bit more quieter than before. It showed that she had been working on her loudness. Good. "Hello Krypton," Zaria greeted back. If one wolf liked being formal than it was Zaria. She liked to be acknowledged as the one with a higher rank. She was still pretty vain and was pretty smitten with her highest rank. She never would have guess that while joining. She would only leech for a month, but then Fitz was so nice to her. The slender female still had her cunning ways, especially with poisons. Her green eyes glanced at Krypton.

"Do you know anything about poisons?," she asked, her accent was clear. Zaria would probably never shed her Dorthran accent. Usually Zaria kept her speciality for poisons to herself, only Chaska knew. Now she thought about it, she hadn't probably even told Fitz. Wait, maybe she did when she had to explore that carcass. He even awarded her the trade so he knew. Still, other members didn't and it wasn't like she was keeping it a secret on purpose it was just that no one really asked. It would be excellent to know trees or plants that grew in winter and were poisonous. Maybe Krypton wanted to poison a loner with her. That would be a fun day activity.