Bearclaw Valley [m] It's very easy to take more than nothing

Pandora meets the lovely Arielle then, she urges her to take the coy to an alter. Which has the mutt quirking a soft, but curious brow to her. And alter? Are these wolves religious then? She couldn’t peg them as such, but that’s because doesn’t really know them at all. Even Merrick, who seems to be the only one here’s she’s actually seen before, but she would not claim to know him. 

Let’s not keep the bear waiting. She says and that’s what really concerns Pandora. A bear? Oh no. Pandora doesn’t fuck with bears. Or well she’s caught herself toying with a few because she knows they’re too slow to catch her, but she’s seen the damage they can do. She sincerely hopes a bear will not be making a physical appearance here at the funeral of this young girl. 

Still, she can see the poor coy girl become even more apprehensive of the situation she’s found herself in. Her tail is tucked tightly between thin, spindly legs. Her ears are glued to her skull and her eyes are as wide as saucers. She has fear in her gaze and Pandora thinks it’s just so sweet looking. Kind of gross though, fear wouldn’t look good on her own beautiful face. 

Only then Merrick shows his face, slinking from the shadows just as easily as he seems to always do. So dramatic. She likes the flare. His attention is strictly on Pandora and their sacrifice. And she huffs out a breath and smiles when Merrick praises her. Damn right he better praise her. She hates dirtying her beautiful fur.

Only the girl’s small voice shudders out between them all then. “What are you going to do to me?” She whimpers in question. “Please, I don-“

Pandora interrupts her quickly with a click of her tongue. “Ah, ah, darling. Don’t beg. It not very cute.” She’d purr for the poor woman. “Come this way.” She beckons then.

Pandora would tug on the loose skin of her neck and drag her over to the alter. “Be a good girl and stay put for me, yeah?” She’d order softly, brushing her tail beneath her chin as she moves back to grab her rabbit pelt of herbs. Surprisingly the woman doesn’t move an inch, too frightened to really compute anything that’s happening.

She opens it up to find some of her favorite herbs, but one in particular catches her eye. Ah yes, Lily of the Valley is what they’re called. Pretty little bell shaped flowers, but they’re so deceiving…and deadly when consumed.

She’d grab a mouthful of the poisonous flowers and a few of a smaller different kind. This might come to a surprise to any watching, but she starts dutifully chewing them up in her mouth, but not swallowing. Surely they’d think Pandora would be next to drop dead due to the poisons, but she does this all the time. She even takes the honors of eating some every other day to keep her immunity to said poisons up. 

With her cheek full of a paste she’s made, she steps in front of the girl. “Open up, dear.” Only she shoots her a dangerous look that basically orders her to do so. 

With a swallow, the girl actually feels less scared for a second. She saw the pale witch grab them. They’re just plants. It can’t be that harmful. So she does. She opens her mouth and Pandora eloquently baby birds it into her waiting cavern. Pandora watches expectantly as she chews them and swallows. A grim splits her pretty face then.

“Say ah.” Pandora chimes mischievously opening her maw wide in an imitation of what she wants her to do. 

The coy does it, still shaking in her boots. There’s nothing left in the coy’s mouth and Pandora chuckles with a shake of her head. Ah, stupid girl. Literally just poisoned yourself willingly. Could’ve at least fought it. She thinks. Oh well.

“Perfect. Now just sit back and relax and let the medicine do it’s job.” She purrs softly, putting a paw on her butt so she’d forcefully make her sit on the alter. “Should be in full effect in about five minutes and you’ll feel so much better. Sorry for biting you earlier.” She apologizes in a faux manner, sly smile curling her lips up the entire time.