Cedar Sweep Healing and Breaking, small divide

Maiken was a bold wolf. She was a Svartravn! They did not shirk. So she did not. Her tone confident her advice hearty and bold as she. But she understood sometimes this was not the way of things. She had known of a Kvitravn, born of a Svartravn who could barely hold her head upon her shoulders and the ease with which she spoke was broken with repeatings and ticks.

Maiken eyed him with sharp gaze. Yes I can teach you this. You misunderstand. I do not find myself above poison, or it's uses. I find that i prefer to fight in the open, with my teeth and claws and voice. However.

She grew quiet as she thought of how to put this. Were there a threat to my loves ones or myself, if there was a way that I couldn't win with brute force and spite alone. Then I would utilize poisons.

Even poisons can help heal. If you swallow something that you should not. There are plants that poison the stomach so that it roils and bubbles and makes you throw up that with which you ate.