Paul stopped to stare at the glowing purple flower that was shaking crazily. Inside of it, he could hear the muted shouts and the shadowy outlines of two men – Vox and Viper, if he had to guess. They had been drawn to the sweet scent of the Mother’s Milk. Fortunately for him, his mate had quickly taught him which plants to be careful of and which to avoid.
Shaking his head in amusement, he walked forward and studied the plant. It would take months for the plant to digest the two men. He placed his hands on his hips and watched. It was obvious the two men were arguing with each other.
“Yep, greenhorns in a blizzard,” he muttered, dropping his hands to his side and striding forward.
It took him a couple of minutes to find the small yellow tentacle. It was a natural release for the plant.
