Blackfeather Woods the watcher

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The itchy, painful feeling to the side of Cicero's nose was pleasant enough and he awaited patiently Kendra's assessment. He enjoyed the fact that she was so determined about this, perhaps even more so now that her nose was hurt. She sniffed it, and though she did not tell him what she smelled, she did ask him a coupel of questions. He decided not to ask her about the plant's smell, instead choosing to answer her questions.

"Deadly Nightshade." Even the name was sinister, which pleased Cicero; but it was dangerous to handle. "It is very potent." If any plant could ever murder a wolf (such a thing was rather difficult, in Cicero's experience, for many plants offered excruciating pain, but most eventually passed, and most bodies ejected poisons) it was deadly nightshade. He could not hide a small grin when Kendra asked how he carried the plants without getting affected. He didn't always take necessary precautions, enjoying the mild effects of some of these toxins. Knowing Burke would unlikely appreciate him sharing this possibility with his daughter though, Cicero chose the safer route.

With a paw he indicated some of the larger leaves on the ground. "There are different manners. One can wrap the poisons in a leaf, or carry them at a place where they are not so potent. For example, when the roots are poisonous to carry them by the stems, or when the leaves are poisonous to carry them by the roots." But to be able to handle poisons that way, one needed to know enough about the poison in case to know which parts were potent and which weren't.