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Now there's an idea.

Weejay hadn't followed Towhee's line of reasoning at first, but as it dawned on her, her chin jutted out thoughtfully.

Hmm. Was that possible? She imagined the larkspur would have to be made into a paste and spread somehow on her fur. Maybe it could be utilized, but Weejay was already trying to think of other, better suited plants for such an idea. Unfortunately, her plant-dictionary was slim (but soon to grow!) at the moment. "Wouldn't they smell it?" She asked, wondering if it was normal to take such measures against opponents. "Is that something you've done before..?"