The worm thing's maw opens again, though this time the mouth is rimmed with a bramble of thorny vines, creating rows of jagged "teeth". The spirit laughs mockingly at Blaze, again like the pops of wet wood thrown into a fire. "That spirit would never dare come near me," the field spirit says proudly, "Do you see how it's minions avoid this field, even though they have infested the den of YOUR kin?"

But the worm thing does not move closer, if anything seeming to draw slightly away from Blaze, lest the Uratha strikes out in a rage. "You have offered me nothing Son of Father Wolf! You give me no reason to offer my blessing!" This spirit was cunning, it was hinting for a Gathra, and was staying out of the immediate reach of Blaze's fangs.