Toxic Rain

“I will be happy to do so.” He said to Malleus, dipping his head respectfully. The danger had passed, and it didn’t seem that the god wolf would be smiting him any time soon.

He turned his attention back on the cat, a sweet smile on his lips as she asked if there was anywhere she could lay down. “I live in the dungeons.” He told her  “I think the lack of light and cold air will be good for you, for now but we'll find you more suitable accomidations in the garden.” He told her, his tail flicking pensively. “Can you stand?” He asked. “I don’t mind waiting for you to recover here for a moment.” He said sympathetically. He wondered just how well his plan would work, a cat, especially one as large as Cannival would do as it pleased, and she certainly had seemed taken with the kind wolves of Abaven. Perhaps, he thought, it would be best if she didn’t recover too quickly. There were certainly milder poisons in his collection he could use, but first, he thought, he had best use charcoal to relieve her of the foxglove symptoms.  

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