I'll Learn You A Thing Or Two

As she fiddled with the reptile, it seemed as though she'd acquired an audience. Three young wolves huddled around, looks of amusement on their faces though she didn't really look at any of them. Much too busy for visual inspections. Just cursory glances as she slid her nimble paws up to firmly grasp the back of the incapacitated snakes head.

Questions and observations floated her way and a throaty, growly little hmmm of amusement pulled from the old woman. "Never seen a venom collector at work, eh?" When the man questioned her, Iolaire scoffed aloud and lifted one foreleg towards him, showing a bare spot on the otherwise obsidian fur. "Once." That wasn't to say that she didn't ingest both venom and poisons regularly to develop a tolerance.

Still handling the snake right behind the head, Iolaire squeezed the reptiles cheeks, forcing its mouth open. Fangs slid forward with one digit pushing down on the top of the head and soon Io had those fangs pressed through the bladder. She manipulated the snake's cheeks, milking the glands within it's head. The stone crock would have little more than a few drops in it, but this place was loaded with snakes. She simply had to make sure that she continued collecting the same type.

Once the snake was sufficiently milked of its venom, Iolaire tossed it unceremoniously into the stream and the water took the slinky beast away. "Interested, are you?" she asked the trio, giving the crock a little wiggle between her paws.

"Iolaire"