wasteland, baby

Miss Shaye was silent for a few beats. Was that hesitation? No, certainly not. ”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 offered in response to his offer for making use of these dangerous resources. Tension bled from his shoulders, auds flickering hesitantly. She seemed amenable to his suggestion as he went forth, and she even seemed inclined to offer him a chance to test his theory. “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.”

He bobbed his head gently, agreeing with this course of action. Removing the herbs wouldn't be the worst idea, with so many children living in the pack lands. However, how exactly to dispose of them would be difficult. He was already beginning to consider his methods as she continued to offer her own thoughts on their next actions. “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” Miss Shaye's voice was soft, encouraging. He felt safe here, despite his earlier misstep.

"Educating future healers seems like the best way to avoid problems down the road, I would like to help." he murmured, tail swishing against the leaf litter again. "I think it might be best to keep a separate garden, outside of Abaven, for the deadly herbs. Somewhere adventurous children can't stray, but where I can still walk to tend them without..." he trailed off. He felt silly, mentioning it. "straining myself." he finished after a brief pause.

The thought of disposing of the toxic flora returned to him, and he frowned. "It will be difficult to remove the toxic plants safely," he finally admitted. "tossing them into the rapids might cause their toxins to leak into the water, and I worry that burning them might disperse the poison into the air. We can't leave them to rot, either. That would risk them cropping up in that spot next spring." he mused hesitantly, glancing to the large female every few words. "What do you suggest, Miss Shaye?"