Shamus smiled. Perhaps even these backwater wolves could be made to understand reason. "That's the spirit mate! I help you and you help me. Now as much as I wish I could take your venom in meself, I figure I better just carry it on me instead" Shamus explained, unshouldering the satchel he had been carrying. Nuzzling inside for a moment, he withdrew a couple of bottles, the skin kind that were generally used for carrying water. He would have to make sure he would burn this set when he was done with them.
"I suppose you chaps shouldn't have any problem fillin' up these two bottles. Just give em a bite and I'll seal em back up when you're done" Shamus explained, rumuging around for some bee's wax he had been saving for the purpose. Looking at the scrawny wolf, Shamus began to be grateful he had not ran into him alone. He seemed to have the attention span of one of these blasted gnats that were flying around everywhere.