They had to be here... Somewhere? Anywhere? Didn't they grow in Spring? Hani searched for them. She had gone all Winter without her drugs and while that was an achievement, after Spring came, Hani felt herself drawn back to that numbing plant that took all her feelings away. She didn't have anything to do and she had been in this rut long enough to where she didn't really want to do anything as long as she could have her drugs. She hadn't found them yet. Maybe it was still too early, or maybe it had been the wrong area. Hani wasn't sure because she thought she could smell them, but they weren't here. Nose to the ground, the white woman kept searching for her dear, dear medicinals. "SPEEK"

Finnvis took slaves. At least that's what he gathered. Laufey had never been accepted anywhere before. His family was dysfunctional and fractured, and he'd never been strongly attached to a place or person. He'd grown up largely alone and completely without purpose, drifting from place to place, kill to kill, in an effort to simply continue existing. He wasn't going to be like that any longer. No, he was a Finnvi now. He had a name and family to be proud of and if Finnvis took slaves then he was going to take slaves like no other. He would be the best he could possibly be for Yfir. They, Katja and Kaprasius, would be proud of him. He needed their praise. Taking a slave was going to be the solution to his problem. Following a sweet scent, Laufey finally caught up to Hani. Cloaked in shadows the giant stood several yards behind her. His gaze wasn't exactly predatory as he assessed her, but it was a little too strong to be considered friendly. As she had the day they had met, she smelled really nice and it made it kind of hard to think. Admittedly, he wasn't too good at it even when nice smelling women weren't around. He nodded to himself. Yep. He was going to do it. There was, however, the problem of getting her home. Laufey was best described as brutish. He used brute strength to crush problems and easily fit the description of a bull in a china shop. Naturally his plan was heavy handed and for this reason, when he strode confidently up to his new lady, his solution was to try to bodily throw her to the ground; and if he were successful with this he intended to repeatedly slam her head into the dirt until she stopped squirming. How else was he going to get her to Yfir?

-coughs- M for very violence

She didn't notice the brute at first. He came, striding towards her. Wasn't that the brute from before? Hani managed to stammer out, "S-sorry, I was ju-" The male slammed into her with an impossible force. Hani scrambled against the ground, or the male, or whatever her paws were facing. Her tail and ears tucked instinctively, though she didn't have the breath to call out. She merely squeaked once, her body curling up. The male seized the left side of her face in its entirety, her ear being folded painfully into her cheek while her left eye was squeezed shut. Hani gasped raggedly as she was nearly completely lifted by her face. Then she was slammed down, the right side of her face meeting the ground with enough force to knock her almost completely out. Adrenalin kicked in strong, giving her just enough energy to stay awake during the assault. She opened her maw to cry out. Dirt and grit was between her teeth and in her eye. Slam. The warmth of blood reached her skin, though she wasn't sure if it was from the ground or the brute's teeth. Hani kicked out once more, managing a weak cry. The world spun blurry around the woman. Her thoughts faded. Her body went limp. Slam. She wouldn't wake up for some time, and when she did, she would be in a completely different place with a completely different life ahead of her. For the time being, Hani slipped into a slumber not completely unlike one brought on by a bad dosage of drugs. "Blek"

With one final slam he released her. The unresponsive woman slumped to the ground unceremoniously. Panting, the giant straightened to his full height and after a moment's study to determine if Hani was really out, his eyes sought the distance. Yfir lay in that direction. He had quite a ways to take her, but it would be worth it. His children would not grow up without a father like he did. No, they would have a home. A pack. They would be raised properly and they would never know hunger. He'd show them a heritage to be proud of. Grabbing his woman by the scruff, Laufey moved to stand over her limp body and, like a leopard dragging its kill to safer ground, began to plod in the direction of Yfir. He needed to show Katja. Needed to tell her of the mistake he had made and ask her advice on the matter. She was far wiser than he and she would know what to do.