Moonspear niniruk ➣

If she felt any guilt for causing a flare of self-consciousness within Kukutux, Lyra didn't show it. Her sharp gaze remained upon the woman even as she cast her own down towards the ground. She was young, though she presumed still old enough to know not to eat any old plant poking up from the earth. As she asked for advice, Lyra moved closer to take in the scent of the flower, noting it was unlike any she had encountered upon the mountain so far. Foolish though were actions were, Kukutux was lucky to stumble across such a find.

"Hiding it in their food is best," she started, pulling away and standing up straight. "Let it soak into a puddle, mixed into crushed up berries...even hidden in a carcass if you're wanting to test on coyotes." She paused, glancing sidelong at the pallid woman for a moment. "How long have you been studying plants?"