Sequoia Coast Let's Burn All The Bridges

Frank's whiskers twitched when the woman said she wasn't crazy. He was about to argue with her, to tell her how stupid she was for not eating him. But, well, the purpose of this whole thing was to not get eaten, he supposed, so the fisher just bit down on his tongue and investigated what she'd brought him. She must have been crazy, keeping weird things like dandelions and raspberry leaves. What kind of wolf kept plants hanging around?  Granted, the only wolves he knew were the ones that saw him as a meal. Keeping his distance from the large canines seemed much wiser than getting to know them.

With about as much finesse as Franklin could muster, which was not very much at all, the fisher gobbled down the bitter tasting plants. They weren't so bad, he guessed, and if they stopped pain then he'd be golden. He sniffed around for scraps, licking at the bits of leaf that he'd left behind. "So do you often take it upon yourself to make your meal feel better before you eat it?" He was still convinced she was going to eat him, and no amount of pain killers was going to change his mind.