Larksong Grotto death blossom

He was agreeing with her, now, which was good. She warmed up to him immediately after that, glad that this man, too, had seen that it was best to just let her take the lead. You've got a funny smell like you're sick, too," she added helpfully, finding more and more reasons to believe that the man was simply fever-mad.

Now that she had his permission to take the collar, she figured he couldn't be mad at her if she broke it. "No, you were snuggling that tree," she replied, circling the resting male and edging closer as she did. "Maybe I can chew it off," she suggested, looking doubtfully at the man's scarred muzzle. But you can't bite me, alright? I'd be real mad if you did that."