Pop goes that weasel

Maybe Voodoo had gotten used to chaos, so she tried to go with the flow. Yet when it came to herbs it was like new life came to breath over her. Voodoo openly accepted Tomie greeting, then had to note. "Are you getting taller than me?" voodoo grinned tilting her head. She wasn’t entirely the small type and well their donor had been huge. She missed her son. Maybe she’d find him one day. Voodoo turned back to her work pointing to the herb on the leaf she had spread out.

"Do you know what that is? Don’t touch it with your bare paws." Voodoo asked as a sense of concentration took over her. "I was testing some poisons. Ended up successful with a stoat." the wrap next to the herb itself looked ominous. A scraggly white tail poking out the bottom. She’d make sure to bury it far outside the pack lands.