white lies

His mother had taught him of nearly every plant in existence, or so he thought, and never in his life had he heard of cannabis. Was there really a herb that could soothe the mind or had the god simply created it from thin air? He looked at the god wide-eyed before his paws carried him over to him, intrigued. The plant didn’t seem unordinary to him; a vibrant green with cottonlike spores growing from the top. He leaned in to sniff it and drew back, wiping his nose with his wrist. It was an unpleasant scent to him but then the best medicines always had a bitter taste to them. He gave a quick glance to the shadow, doubtful in his own frightened way. Would this really soothe him? Would it really calm him down? His thoughts had abandoned his wanton lust and the hunt for the mushrooms, all he cared about now was the plant, the one that might cure him of his restless thoughts. “D-do I eat it?”