Ankyra Sound i hate i have to disguise it

yes, my maman. sobeille repeated solemnly, doe-eyed stare resting on the man as he placed several leaves back in her cache.

she allowed herself to relax a little more after seeing the smile that sunned his features. it suited the warm color of his fur. dey are treatsies. sobeille lied, a cheery optimism in her voice reminiscent of a grandmother she had never known. without batting an eye, she pushed the returned leaves back to him.

it occurred to her she didn't actually know what dosage would kill a wolf. she had seen maleah eat only a crumb of the ground leaf-powder. perhaps two leaves would be more than sufficient. you grind dem up and mix with water or your food. my maman's friend showed me how. a half-truth -- just enough of the real truth there to obscure the lie.