Dahozhoni Meadow Wirbelwind

"I have heard stories of plants, who can swallow you whole," Dwin remarked. A long, long time ago she recalled Eljay taking his kids for a botany lesson in the fen. And there they had encountered tiny little, green plants with thick leaves covered in tiny needles. If you poked them, their leaves closed and reminded of a set of jaws. Dad had told that these plants feasted on bugs. Why not exaggerate this truth for her sister's sake?

"I want to see you try," she shook her head, smiling, trying to visualize, how on Earth would they (or rather just Frolic) uproot it and then carry it home. The plant had chosen its weapons well and thus spared themselves the sad fate of becoming an unwanted souvenir. "And you believed him?" she had no idea, who this Whitehawk guy had been, but the likelihood of a perfect stranger bringing a whole deer to another stranger was just as high as Dwin becoming a ballerina (if she had known, what it was). 

"A good hunter never reveals another hunter their best hunting grounds. And most wolves do not share food," she said.