what do we do? we swim, swim, swim

Deathbelle had said not to bother with the root so Álarr tilted his head to the side and started chewing at the base of the plant. He worked his teeth back and fort carefully until at last he had freed the stalk from its roots. He turned to look back as Deathbelle spoke and he nodded quickly. "Sure thing, just a minute!" Álarr wandered a little bit down the bank to another stalk of boneset. Once more he set his teeth against the base of the stalk of the plant. He worked quickly. Despite a growing tolerance, Álarr was still not fond of the taste of plants and he didn't care to taste them longer than he needed to.