Blackfeather Woods I came here to run it

It was as if she had just decided that she would come, but he knew that she had decided before then. He would not have asked and offered if he had not already known that the answer was 'yes'. This was perhaps one of fewer things they had in common, he and his host, for he remembered a conversation with another youth about sampling poisons.

She was quick to ask what they were looking for. It was harder to discern in winter, but with the many trees growing in the Woods it was never very far. "It grows onto other trees. It is a plant that will slowly grow across its host. If there is too much of it on the host, it may kill the tree." He just hoped some day he would be able to get strong enough to do that to his host. "It will look dead and grey now, but it will still sting." If she'd touch it with a place as sensitive as nose, paws or mouth it would probably still create a rash. Though it wasn't any of those places he intended to suggest.