Emberwood hellbender

They asked how to tell the difference between one and the other, which Phox had done on more than one occasion. It was not always a pretty process. You take just a tiny, tiny bite of whatever new food you're testing, he replied, wait a day, and if you haven't shit yourself or vomited up whatever it was, it's probably fine. It was about as close to the scientific method as a wolf could get, and Phox had decent success with it. He hadn't died yet (that he knew of) although he'd had his fair share of sleepless, gut-wrenching nights.

He ambled over to a nearby bush and pointed out the berries on it. These are blackberries. Very tasty. To demonstrate his point, he plucked off a few and chomped on them, the juice staining his tongue into a deep purple color. They were quite a bit different than meat, but he couldn't deny that they were pleasant.