[Balthus lets out a faint grunt as he goes about his task, making quick work of the impromptu harvest— he may have been born a noble, but time spent with his mother and the hunters of Kupala had given him plenty of opportunity to learn some strong survival skills. They never let anything go to waste, out there.]

Just a sec— there! That's the last of it. They won't be poisoning anyone for awhile.

[He pulls one of his wrappings from his wrist loose, using it to carefully wrap the fangs themselves while avoiding touching the venom with bare skin, and once they're safely tucked away, he wipes his knife against the grass and gets back to his feet.]

Let's head back, then. Don't want mama getting any more anxious than she already is. She's havin' a hell of a day.