Jade Fern Grove a graveyard of stars

the answer of the pallid stranger left much to be desired; far from as fruitful as kvasir would've liked. it couldn't be helped, the silencer knows. most wolves did not spend their time looking for rocks which might prove good at splicing thru skin and flesh of plants. would he not have lost his primitive tools during his altercation with the firekissed man ( kratos ) the question would have been unnecessary. but. here he was. his mouth is the draw of a bow string; taunt and slightly disappointed. i need one to sever blooms from stems. he gestures to the lily of the valley he'd been examining upon the other man's discovery of him. they're very poisonous, you see. and he did not have the antidote or the time to find them, especially when ingesting the lily of the valley would bring about terrible stomach cramps, vomiting, blurred vision, seizures and potential cardiac arrest.