vidarr, ur dumb, sorry, love ur wife

Róta trailed after the boy, half bored expression on her face until his tail began to wave frantically and his muscles tensed to lunge. The older wolf moved faster, teeth clamping tightly around his tail and pulling him back so teeth clicked closed on air. She didn't know many plants, but she did know this one. On closer look, it even seemed to be growing out of a distinctly canine looking eye socket. "Fool child. That's wolfsbane. It's a poison. Don't get it in your mouth." Róta reached down to loosen the skull from the debris that surrounded it, small scraps of fur and long since dried sinew clinging to her makeshift plant pot. She tipped her head to the small child, gesturing that they should try and find his mother. She might be interested in this.

Bringing her brother's wife flowers, this was new.

-Ro has collected wolfsbane-