poisonous experimentation

It seemed that the porcupines were his instructors, so it was definitely for the best that she had abandoned her hunt for them so quickly. Even if she hadn't killed them before realizing, it would certainly have disrupted the boy's lesson. While it was healthy to learn to deal with setbacks and disappointments like that, she didn't need to be the one to cause it. "I'm Corbie," she greeted in return. "I live further west, on the coast. I was just here... hunting." At first she hesitated, not wanting to make the boy worry for his friends, but to lie about her purpose would be worse than worrying someone and he might not even put the two things together anyway. She idly watched him crushing the flowers, then blinked. She was no healer herself, but she'd been raised by one and knew well enough what to avoid and what to keep the sheep out of. "Is that monkshood?" she asked incredulously. That was awfully dangerous to be teaching a yearling to use, wasn't it?