Sheepeater Cliff die young as late as possible

Keeping close to the sturdy stone, an obstacle she could possibly use if she needed a quick getaway - even if it was not the biggest obstacle to nimble wolves, every step counted if she needed to sprint down the mountain. With her lithe figure pressing up against it, the empress took in his details quickly. Taking note of the golden hues that welcomed her instead of his dull black ones. They were warm, while his were cold, welcoming as opposed to void. The way of his tail was soothing and she stepped out a little further, plush tail tick-tocking in its own rhythm.

Yes. Thinking back to one of the lessons she learned in her travels, it was a traumatic experience. His coaxing certainly worked, call her childish or naive even if she was apprehensive, he simply seemed sincere. Offering a relaxed smile, the slender woman approached just enough for them to speak comfortably. That is good to know. 

Turning her attention back onto the mushroom, eyes flickering from it and to him, she spoke softly and slow enough to him to understand just how dangerous those things were. I knew someone who ate one, long ago. Their skin turned yellow, complained of stomach pain, vomiting, confusion, abdominal swelling... It was a grizzly death. I couldn't do anything to help. Should he eat it, there was nothing she could do other than keep him company in his dying days.