lick it once, shame on you

Álarr trotted through the range toward a patch of anemone he'd found the previous year. It out to be blooming now if he could just remember where he'd seen it. His raven Brynhildr flew above him but she seemed to be enjoying her flight more so than scanning for plants. He couldn't blame her. The arrival of spring along with the sun's return lightened his spirit.

The healer slowed as he spied movement nearby. His ears flicked forward as he spied one of Chaos' pups. A rather small and runty one that-

"Hey! Don't touch that, it could be dangerous." He bounded over toward the pup. A quick glance over the mushroom brought some relief in that it wasn't one of the mushrooms that had grown inside him during the Darkness.