Redhawk Caldera Potato villain

She blinked curiously. "Paa...passcal?" She mimicked, not quite grasping the strange new word. She crept further outside, closer and closer to the bigger wolf. Then, between their paws, she finally noticed the gnarly looking root.

With several deep, inquisitive sniffs, she nosed it. Then parted her young jaws, to mouth it. Only to be greeted with the taste of dirt and earth. It had an odd texture. Not at all pliable like meat or filling like milk. Making a face, she drew back, rolling the root away from herself. Curiously, she glanced up at Ceridwen, as if to ask where the heck she had found the thing.