Wapun Meadow no gale can down this ship

there was no way ingram was committing a long list to mind; thankfully, cadeau gave him a relatively short one, though she indicated the list itself was quite lengthy. ingram didn't know what nightshade was -- he wanted to ask, but at the risk of sounding stupid, clapped his trap shut.

one thing that did encourage the eyjolfur was the smile that lingered on her features. the last wolf he had shared such profound news with had appeared rather nonplussed by the event. his tail wagged, and he inched closer as he looked at her bundle of plants. "that's really kind of you," he answered, trying to diplomatically navigate an answer that would sound close to no. it wasn't because he didn't like her -- but he knew blodreina would not want a stranger, or anyone, near her while she gave birth. "we have a midwife of sorts in our pack, that will help us." he gave an appreciative smile, hoping cadeau would not be too dejected. "but i appreciate it. you seem to know a lot about plants. do you think that sticks and stuff would be safe toys for them? they won't get splinters, right? and what should i give them, if they do, or they get infections?"