Bearclaw Valley maybe they’re right

the coywolf came at once, pleased and reassured by evien's willingness to reveal the neat arrangements of his pharmacopeia. "immobile," he grunted, dimly amused at the proposition of keeping aventus still for any length of time. a muscle leapt in his jaw; he was still beside himself at the memory of nyra's teeth flared for the child.
to think, to think again of that moment and that her throat had not been rent, blood trampled into mud —
merrick glanced toward the poppyseeds, allowing himself a lecherous glint of intrigue. "they can kill?" he commented idly, single eye trained upon aventus again;
to force open her jaws and dawdle the seeds down her throat until she foamed and choked —
"what happens if he does not stay still?"