Shimmering Sands So, teach and tell me,

A gold wolf approached, one who was touched with the sunset itself, and she greeted so casually. It took a moment for Grímnismál to properly answer, as she was not so used to another simply, coming up to her with question, "Oh, no." There would not be too many plants on the sands, she would have to move more inland to do so.

"It is habit," her mother adored holly. It wasn't a herb, but one of poisonous substance. Anytime she found so, would bring it to her- but the witchdoctor was no more. However she still tightly clunched the plant.