Meadowlark Prairie No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold

Though Cicero had not at all intended to poison any wolf today, opportunity presented itself in the strangest of ways. A female who looked a lot larger and stronger than he approached with ears forward and even before the words left her mouth it was evident from her body language what she wanted from him. Cicero lowered himself a little, nose and tail to the ground, as though he was merely submissive to the larger, stronger wolf. Cicero let go of the meat, donating it to the ground and he licked his lips submissively while he took a step backwards and looked up at the female, mismatched eyes rolling up in his downward tilted muzzle. "Don't hurt me," he feigned, finding the moniker of Inari, the submissive spineless wolf he had met, an easy one to fill in situations like these. Even so he did not truly wish to poison her and hoped for the effects to be mild, but at the same time a wolf who would take from weaker pack wolves rather than hunt for themselves would not be such a loss.

there's jimson weed in the meat, from the herbs/illnesses list: "If consumed you will experience hallucinations, have a dry mouth, and may even have a seizure." (though in this case probably not enough for seizures or anything like that, but feel free to play whatever you prefer out of these symptoms! :) )