Lone Star Mountain Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it

Moving on without inactive wolf,

Whrist stared at the flower this was not one of the ones that she had used in the past, the ones that she had used were far more potent and dangerous, not that she knew what to call them.

This plant didn't look potent nor dangerous, just pretty. She looked up at the wolf recieveing the gift, she seemed to like that sort of thing, the wolves in these parts seemed to have an unhealthy obession in the unediable.

Whrist prefered more useful things. To each their own she supposed. "Were you fishing?" She inquired forgetting about the others near by