Girls vs Boys

Pestilence huffed again, grumbling softly. "I want to be strong like the volcano that killed my father." She insisted. "The volcano doesn't need anything except brute strength." Iolare wandered away into her den and Pesto lifted her head from the ground, her ears swiveling to catch the woman's muffled voice. "Will it dye a black wolf pink, or only a white wolf?" Immediately her thoughts moved to Sirius, and she imagined how hilarious it would be to dye the brute a bright happy pink. "I already have a plant to make a wolf poo, I need something better then that." Her mother had also taught her enough of healing to know not to mix herbs if you didn't know what they did, and while making a wolf poo double sounded fun, she didn't think she should feed both laxative herbs to the same patient.