Hani slunk, her sides thinning and her fur rough. They had taken her pup, but she couldn't fight back, not yet. The pup, under their name Stori, didn't even recognize her as his mother. How could he not see? How had they blinded him, filled him with lies? The pup in his innocence, stripped away from her and raised in this cruel and grotesque pack of barbarians. Dark thoughts crept in her mind. She had thought to eat herbs to off herself and the pup when he was nursing, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Now he had no need to nurse off of her and her opportunity was missed. It would have been better for him to die innocent from his own mother's love than to be raised in such a place as this. Hani could only imagine what they filled his head with. The boy, never resting in a warm, loving home. The others, conspiring to raise them as their servant, to misuse him. They had no love, no hearts. How could the young pup not sense this?

The muddied cream fae took herbs in her maw and chewed them slowly. They were bitter and they turned her stomach sour. It was worth it. It would be worth it. Hani muttered to herself quietly, "Hush little child, now. Don't say a word, my little child, my dear Inah Haust. Don't listen to them, precious Inah, now. Hush your maw and listen to your mother's song..." Maybe it was the herbs she was on, or maybe her own broken state, but the woman went on nibbling on the bitter plants and muttering among herself and the herbs.

Kaprasíus knew that he needed to get to know the wolves of Yfir better. He was unaccustomed still to living among others and his recent conversation with Katja, and what had followed, had made one thing clear to him. What they were doing here in Yfir mattered, and he had to start acting like it did. His family were not the only ones that mattered, though they definitely mattered the most. Though he was content to live in the shadows, he knew that he needed to influence the wolves here. They needed to learn, to see the light that Baldr cast upon their world and to server the gods as they were meant to be served. He caught the scent of someone as he moved near the base of Waterfall Peak. The scent was vaguely familir. It was Laufey's thrall, the mother of his son. This boy would not be a Finnvi, not unless Laufey chose to proclaim him one before the gods. He wondered about his intentions, but the choice was not his to make. His pace would increase as he neared Hani, flicking what little tail he had left. When he saw her he'd turn his head in her direction, focusing his single good eye on her, angling his right eye toward her - revealing the scar that trailed down his cheek and his one blind eye. His jaws parted in a slow grin when he caught scent of the herbs she was gnawing on, his intentions suddenly shiting drastically.. Saliva began to form between his teeth ad his green stare intensified as the scarred brute stared at her. "Give me some," he would demand plainly, a hint of amusement dancing in his tones.

A male would approach and Hani would turn, chewing her herb slowly, much like a cow. He would demand, or maybe ask for some of the herbs and Hani's maw curled into a smile, "A one-eye, and a half-tail huh? Well, I'm a half-brain and a no-pup." she would giggle, "At least for now." Her lips would curl up, showing her herb-coated teeth. He wanted some herbs? Hani snickered, "Tastes like shit, might give you the shits, will turn your brain to shit." She smiled again, her eyes glittering on the other. Slowly, Hani turned to dig up the plant, her eyes bouncing between the male and her plant. Finally she grabbed it and tossed it at him, "I warned you. You in?" Her smile dropped as she waited to see what the male would do. Would he eat it, or deny her and leave her to her previous mutterings about Inah?

Kaprasíus was not so good at keeping clear goals and sticking to them. What he should be doing was getting to know their thrall, the mother of his nephew's son, a Finnvi by all rights before the gods. But seeing her eating some foreign plant made him lose all foresight and his focus snapped to only one thing - whatever drug she was chewing on. Her words elicited a quiet cackle, amusement dancing in his eyes. The sudden possessiveness was replaced by a dull glee, as she seemed happy to share what she had, and  all thoughts of the boy named Stori suddenly seemed to float from his mind. "They all taste like shit," he would snort dismissively, following her movement as she tossed some of the plant his way. It was foreign, and he had no idea what it was. He let it fall to the ground, sniffing some of it inquisitively before grasping it in his jaws and beginning to chew with little hesitation. "What's it do?"

Hani watched the other as he retorted that they all tasted bad. The pale woman shrugged with a leaf-filled smile. Maybe they all did to some people. She thought briefly to her night with the other brute that led to her pregnancy. For a second her fur bristled, but then the male asked what the herb did. Hani looked at him as he ate it anyway, her lips curling into a sharp smile, "If you eat a little, it can make you happy, it can make you sleep, and it can make you hungry. Use too much and it can probably kill ya, but I never tried it so..." Hani trailed off as she chewed another piece, "Ush enuf, and you got yourselfsh a living daydream... or nightmare.... Wears off eventually though... Leaves you wanting more." Hani had pushed the herbs into her cheeks as she finished speaking. When she fell into silence, she sucked the juices out of the plants then swallowed- the juice first, then the plants. Her tongue ran over her teeth, though green bits could still be seen upon inspection, "You runnin' away from something, or just curious?"

The taste of the herbs was the last thing on his mind. The effects were what drew him to them. His eyes were wide and vaguely manic as he watched her chew, pleased she had given him the herbs - he hadn't wanted to punish her for disobeying, for serving was what thralls did best.  He gulped down his own herbs gladly, eager to see what they did - and if they were even strong enough to have much effect on him. "Probably better to not eat that much then,"  he'd snort in amused reply. It was easy enough to guesstimate how much was safe to eat, and he'd known for next time even better based on how they affected him now. Hell, if he even remembered taking them. Her question made him laugh. No, it was more of a cackle, filled with amusement at how little she knew of him. "I'm running toward something,"  he explained with a wide grin. "Easier to hear what the gods have to say to me with herbs. Brings me just that much closer to their realm." He didn't care if she didn't understood. "What about you, eh? Do they help escape the fact that you fucked the wrong guy and ended up here?"  There was no malice in his voice.. yet. Instead he was truly curious, and he snickered as he watched her. He was still hanging on to reality - the world around him had begun to sway just slightly enough to lift his mood.