Witch's Hut (Sedna)

The Archer-Lyall paused when the trinket snagged her foot, only stopping long enough to register that it was something worth keeping before she continued on with a nod to Chips to pick it up. He managed to slip the golden trinket right over his head, and it hung snugly around his base of his neck like a well fitted collar, mud covered gems dull in the muted swampland light. She managed a smirk and a "Very fancy..." before she hauled herself up onto the opposite bank.

Finally free of the water, she shook out her sodden coat on the steps of the small hut. Her ears folded warily against her skull and head held down between her shoulders. She wasn’t fond of the strange dwellings that were not caves. Never mind that this one smelled particularly nasty. Usually she would have turned right on by and kept walking, but an underlying scent in the air pulled her forward.

She barely had time to register the paint or the vial. There was something about that aromatic meat that caught her attention. Perhaps it was the healer in her that was so drawn to the unfamiliar, was it a cure? What was that scent?

Spying the pouch she quickly snatched it up, stuffing the meat inside. She didn’t want to be caught cornered and gawking at what could potentially be someone else's dinner. She raced towards the exit, meaning to examine it closer and figure out if it could prove useful once she was somewhere less creepy. Besides, there were plenty of injured wolves back home, and if it wasn’t poisoned, well, maybe it had the potential to heal a broken bone or stitch torn skin.

"speech".