wasteland, baby

He would mention some of the properties for the herbs, and she paused. Her first instinct was to tell him to remove them regardless. There where safer herbs that could do the job, but he was holding his body nervously, his tone soft, and his eyes on his paws. She didn’t want to simply disregard his words because she didn’t like them. He deserved more than that, and these herbs had been here for this long without causing any harm. ”Hmm, I haven’t heard of those herbs before. Perhaps if you where to carefully pick some samples and grow them in a more secluded part of your garden. We could use them, just in a controlled manner” she could revise it later if it doesn't work.

“That’s sensible” she said as he offered a suggestion. “If we organise some wolves to work with you, and train with you, they could be your specialised team in dealing with any dangerous herbs we might find in the territory. I would be ok with you taking samples before destroying them, if you wished to keep some around for medicinal purposes. We could build some sort of safety neat around your herbs to discourage the unwary or overly playful.” She considered the implications of what she was saying, and decided they were okay.

“The same team could help you build the garden, and you could use some of the apprentices of tending it, so they can learn safety around dangerous herbs in a controlled environment. Would you be okay with all this? If you aren’t, speak up, I won’t be mad” she promised him gently.