I think I wanna... touch it.

Áskell crouched down to get a closer look at the mushroom and shrugged lightly. "Hmm, I don't know. I wouldn't risk it though. A lot of things with bright colors are poisonous so maybe its like that bright red mushroom with the white spots." His magpie had warned him of such things when he was younger and more curious about sticking things in his mouth.

His ears perked up as Jigsaw asked for a coyote. "Oh yea, sure. Let me see if there's one around here." Winter meant scarcity and coyotes along with other smaller predators were drawn to wolf packs and wolf kills where they could scavenge an easy meal. It took some time but soon Áskell found a coyote. He mauled it's hind legs and dislocated its jaw. However, there was something strange about this coyote. Áskell seized it by the scruff and hauled it back to his brother. He dropped the whimpering creature and gestured to its tail which was glowing the same color as the mushroom. "Uhh… Jigsaw…. I think something really weird is going on."