Neverwinter Forest and his throat burns from the screaming

"perhaps," wintersbane allows in quiet, contemplative hum as she continues to cleanse his pelage of the tree sap it had unceremoniously collected. the tundrian lets out a low laugh that is followed shortly thereafter by a soft snicker as blackbear tells him that her blind father liked to tell her and her siblings that trees would snatch up young wolf cubs. it sounded like one of those stories that a parent would enjoy telling their young and too curious child. "carnivorous trees, huh?" he muses, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth once. "i would almost like to see one of those." although, he can't say he'd be too eager to see harm come to any cub. as was shockingly and recently discovered he actually has quite a soft spot for cubs. they trigger some unforeseen paternal instincts he wasn't even aware he had ( which might suggest he'll be a better father than his father before him ...although that wouldn't take too much. it's a rather low bar admittedly ). " — not eating a cub, i mean. just maybe a squirrel or something." wintersbane adds because he feels the sudden need to clarify.

she mentions that a lot of plants are poisonous and their conversation gets back onto the topic it had briefly deviated from as she drives her point home. he can't argue with that. he's no botanist nor really a medic but he knows enough about poisons and medicines ( despite how rudimentary his knowledge is ) to know that she's right. "dehydration, maybe?" though wintersbane could not imagine being so thirsty that drinking too much saltwater became appealing. "they could've gotten swept out to sea, or just been swimming even and accidentally swallowed too much." he wants to roll his shoulders in a casual shrug but he's aware of her forepaw braced against him to assist her in reach further up his shoulder.