[ sorry this is kinda rough LOL ]
His interest in the herb storage had been brief and minimal, and just that. Wolfhive hadn't expected to be called out on it and he shuffled his paws, looking more uncertain than visibly uncomfortable. Being in this den for longer than necessary was not on his list of to-dos, no thank yous.
"Ah, no I don't think that'll be needed - maybe some other time." If he were called to an herb patrol, she could kidnap him to help with the storage. Or something. Maybe.
Wolfhive didn't know, he refocused on the original purpose for coming here.
"The poison stuff would be great, honestly - Fleckpaw once brought deathberries of all things to camp, so making sure the kits know to not do that is smart."
He hadn't seen Fleckpaw in a while, come to think of it. He had to wonder if she'd gotten ahold of some other poison and died. She didn't seem like the brightest.
"You need help carrying anything?"
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