Whitebark Stream Within that nightmare, I met a young survivor.

Watching as the wolf ahead of her stopped and actually took a few steps back, Kora slowed. Back into her symphony of hobbling the woman was now back to a normal speed. Now that she was in hearing range she could hear as the man copied her; dangerous? "Yup, dangerous." Kora affirmed matter-of-factly as she came to stand beside him. "That," the woman said gesturing to the plant a few feet away from the two wolves "is a whakato whakatoi. Or in your language, a wandering jew plant." the lady said afformative. 

"If all you do is touch it the least that would happen would be a rash, which could get worse. But if you try to ease the pain by licking it, you could consume some of the oils or poison. That's when it becomes a possibly fatal problem. Either that or if you get it in your eyes." Kora warned the man. Plants were never something to mess around with willy-nilly, you never know what could be poisonous or completely harmless. Unless of course, you do. That's a different story.