Barrow Fields D.A.R.E

More details came about the wolf who had bitten the nameless rambler, though Chacal busied herself with watching his expression, noting how satisfied he seemed to be as he carried on the conversation. If nothing else, it was a relief that she wasn’t being prompted to speak, or made shy by her unwillingness to do so.

She chuffed softly. He was quite lucky that he’d not been given something with more dire circumstances than a mushroom. He must be gullible, she thought- to have accepted an unknown treatment from the hands of a wolf who had buried his teeth in his flesh.

She stood once he’d finished speaking and shook the grass from her fur, sending it from her like a golden halo before it settled back to the earth. She sniffed again, still trying to suss out what sort of remedy had been used on his wounds, but found no real answer.

It had stung, he’d said; some things did. That didn’t narrow it down any.

Satisfied that she wouldn’t likely figure out what plant had been used on his wounds, she turned her attention away from his physical affliction, and decided for a laugh to experiment and see just how his little trip was going. She flicked her tail in an easy manner, assurance that she meant no harm-

But began to circle him.