I think I wanna... touch it.

Alas, Áskell's efforts weren't going to help his brother with the experiment but at least he'd dealt with a potential scavenger sniffing around their stores. "Shoot, ah well. I wonder if the coyote ate one of the mushrooms and that's why it's like that? Maybe tomorrow night I can find a better one for you." There was nothing he could do about it now, he just hoped that if the coyote was glowing because it ate the mushroom that it wasn't poisonous and that whatever was wrong with it wouldn't transfer to him. Either way, he didn't care to leave the coyote to die of its wounds. It's whimpering and screeching might attract a larger predator to their borders. Áskell caught the coyote by the throat and it shrieked until it finally expired.