This is gonna hurt!

OOC: Herb collecting! - Cannibis -

Huh, that's funny. He didn't remember making his way into this thicket, but then, he hadn't bothered to remember alot of things. The man never did. Piercing glacial eyes roll in their sockets as the beast stands and stretches the night's tension away. Black leather boots hit the moss covered roots with ease, gripping their bark with his nails as he clawed his way through the dense undergrowth and found a relatively clear area. Handsomely sculpted face scanned around, looking for any signs of life or his favorite plant. He could smell the piney musk of his favored herb, and his blond tipped tail flicked irritably at his inability to lay eyes on it. The male clenched his jaw and moved on, keeping sapphire eyes on the look out for the plant. With every step his irritation grew, but relief was eventually found. 

Opening the near empty blue pouch at his neck, the wolf eyed the remaining stash and scoffed, dumping its contents. There was enough on the bush he found that he didn't need to worry about running out. Still, once he found what he was looking for Iscariot was shoving buds into his pouch. When he filled the blue deerskin, he picked a small bit off the bush and settled down to sample the cannibis he found.