Hushed Willows No, it's subtle, all the bells and whistles.

Perhaps Wylie's true calling was to become a poet or something, but that talent was brushed away with vengeance and hate. He was so smart and yet so dumb at the same time. Okay, back to the greenery. It was small, but definitely a sign from a greater power that the famine wouldn't take long anymore. Trick wondered how long it would be until it really all had grown back. He assumed a few weeks, maybe a month or so, but for now this was enough. Trick couldn't wait to go out again to search for herbs and poisons, get their herb cave full to the brim with more and more plants to aid the ill. Just like on his journeys...

He listened to the two talking about what this would mean for food and all, but Trick was not so interested in hunting again. He wanted herbs, he wanted plants! Still, he nodded a  few times to indicate that he agreed. Food would be nice- but herbs better!

Why, isn't my behind enough to please your desire for meat? Trick chuckled, raising his head to reveal a wicked smirk. The comment was directed at Teagan, but if Stark wanted some weird three-way or something, why the fucking hell not? (He was joking-I am joking)