"Don't swallow?" she asked, sniffing the branch. She only smelled willow, nothing else that could make her sick. Still, she didn't trust him. "Thank you.." she said softly, biting into the meat hungrily.
West laid down, he licked his paw where Frost had managed to get in a bite. He had blood smeared on his face and chest. "Yeah, if you swallow will it'll make You ill." He yanked off a couple leaves and chewed them up, then spit them out.