Blackfoot Forest Fehu

"no" came her simple reply. Huntington did not shake her head for emphasis either. merely the word was enough. at least for her. the man seemed to be a wild sort of looker, voice hoarse and almost feral in the way he addressed her company. the darkest part of her mind asked her to play with him. toy with him. perhaps even poison him if she offered a drink. no. the healer in her refused. the man had done nothing to her, though when had that excuse ever stopped her before? "are you well?" she'd ask him, forcing concern to lace her otherwise emotionless tone. her nose turned, snatching the look of moss. "do you want a drink?" no poison involved.