Moonspear If your eyes are looking for something, you're not suppose to see

it was good that fennec had borne it back in the pouch. kukutux clucked her tongue, and, relieved, stepped back from the girl's immediate presence. "it is a poison. it will cause sickness. but if you eat some, you will want to make vomit."

"the bitter red berries," she said, attempting to describe the currants that grew wild in the left-most forests. "they will sour your stomach and make vomit. we dry them and keep them for that purpose. and then water, much water. it is easy to avoid the illness of this plant if you are quick." 

a humming sound. "i will be a moment." turning back, re-emerging a scant time later with the distinctive currants in the shell of a dried leaf. "touch them and smell them," the healer instructed as she set the edge of it gently against fennec's paw so the girl might know where it was.