You Ain't Nothing But A Hound Dog

An ear flicked at the mention of plants, "There are plenty o’ mushrooms that will alter mental state and make people more... open ter suggestion, even cannabis has that effect on some... Low level toxicity from poison will throw yer fer a loop mentally too, might think yer chasin’ yer ma, only ter wake up snoozin’ with a hibernatin’ bear." Of course, this was all hypothetical, it wasn’t like the girl had seen anything like that first hand... (of course she had, she was lying to herself). Her nose scrunched distastefully at the mention of slave traders. There were no slaves where she was from, and she was not willing to entertain the idea here either, even though now she knew it was a thing. It was one thing to demote a wolf to the lowest, but at least they still had the option to challenge out. What remedies did a slave have when they no longer wished to grovel and scrape? "’S easy enough ter slip someone something, a sprinkle here, a spill there, ‘specially if yer’ve got a clever companion.". But why? Was this a targeted attack, or just misfortune?

"speech".