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the nightshade's form only half-broke from the den, her eyes keen and narrowed in scrutiny as evien pulled forward on his belly. she did not recognize whatever plants it was that comprised of the bolus; her eyes blazed with mistrust.

he would not even earn a sniff -- not until he demonstrated whatever it was was safe to eat, and not one that would put her life at risk.