Larksong Grotto death blossom

Embarrassingly, the wolf was still too loopy to have caught Easy’s innuendo; but, let’s be honest — even if he’d been clearheaded, he still probably would have missed it. So, “Would a rock — is be better?” he asked muzzily, wondering if he should try smashing the thing against something harder to remove it. “I don’t know what’s this,” he grumped, a little annoyed that she seemed to like it so much. “The stone bird chased me — and spider-vines around my legs,” he told her, having already forgotten her question as his forelimbs buckled and he laid down like a well-trained horse.