sweetest grass

He wasn't sure when the raiding would start so Dag was fully committed to making the most of his downtime. The chilly spring was just fine with him. With his heavily furred mantle, the weather was finally comfortable again. Ash had begun to slow down and if he squinted he could almost pretend that the sky was blue. Just lovely. The viking was lounging nearby their most recent meeting space. He wanted to make himself available to Valkyrie if she went looking for him but that didn't mean he couldn't take some... personal time. Dag grunted and rolled on to his back, peering up at the sky. His eyes were red and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. The return of spring meant the return of all the exceptional herbs that he liked to chew, consume, and brew. He'd been plotting this particular concoction throughout the dim winter days and cold nights. It had been worth it. 

Cannabis leaves mashed into honey with some dried stems from some shrooms he had been saving for a special occasion. Well, a sunny day was a special occasion. He closed his eyes and let the warmth undulate through his body. It was just starting to hit.