The turnout was great, binding close and good ties with other packs with Abaven. A warm smile was put upon her maw as the shaded tempest named Gossimir rose up to speak. She never would have been bold enough to begin first, and once she finished her speech, and allowed Harmony room to talk, her pearly banner rose, sweeping across her lower back as to say good job. Her mocha capped crown bobbed in respect to Bass, as she would rise, her mocha cloak unfurling. Mismatched orbs shimmered as an idea rolled into her mind. Just as Gossimir, she was an expert in poisons, rather an expert in curing them and what was what, and what was to be avoided. Finally, she spoke, her cheery and sing-slng voice eliciting onto the wind. "Like Miss Gossimir... I am an expert in poisons, but rather than using them, I am an expert in curing them, and one herb useful in curing it is Elderberry, a herb that grows in wet or dry condition, and prefers direct sunlight, and it increases resistance in a wolf's immune system if the berries are consumed, but no other part should be eaten." She dipped her mocha capped crown in respect, before she would recline. "Speech"
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