Bramblepoint Green-Cheese Moon

Yeah, on second thought, he wouldn't be touching that.

Maybe it had been a fox and he'd missed the piss-smell of it, or maybe she was saying whatever came to mind, luring him away from an easy meal. The offering of dry fish made him go wide-eyed a second or two but he wasn't going to accept any gifts from strangers.

He knew better.

I'm supposed to trust that's edible? What about the foxglove, or whatever. He didn't know many herbs, only the ones that could really debilitate a mark; so he was especially wary of the food, even as his belly rumbled.

He sniffed at the surface of it, and cringed.