Lion Head Mesa fucked around and got attached to you

Serein's fur came away like dead grass, exposing more raw skin. Without knowing it (but very much hoping to), Disa finally said something comforting: "Fur grows back."

She slumped to her side, pulling a thin bone from the scattered scraps on the ground around Serein. Just to hold.

"They garden is very gross," she assured her packmate. "It's full of fish and bones and dead plants. I make piles. They smell. Then it gets very hot." She flexed her paw around what was likely a piece of vertebrae, frowning.

"It makes a black thing. Plants like it," she finished. It was the only gardening skill she had; a custom among the scattered tribes of her home to keep prey close to the desert.

The little wolf's ears suddenly perked up. "Do you know any poisonous plants?" It was a weird thing to ask a stranger, she  had discovered - there was always a look - but Serein was on track to be family.