whiskey soda

Hazel's ears prickled upon hearing the girl was searching for answers. Well, if that was the case then perhaps the smoke was what she needed. It was a harmless blend used for stoking the mind and opening it to the hidden world around. Witchy child's play. The girl could handle it, surely, and likely benefit from it. At any rate, Hazel felt she had done her part to warn her about the smokes effects so any interaction between girl and smoke at this point was on her and not her host. "So I have I; I hope you have similar success."

Moonshine, eh? A curious name. It seemed to be a theme for wolves in this land. "Hazel," she greeted back with a friendly dip of her head. She noted, absently, the many colors swirling around Moonshine and the tendrils that stretched from her out into the darkness beyond the bubble of the smoke. It was a curious network of connections that Hazel could feel but had no idea how to interpret. Perhaps with some probing things would make sense. "What kind of answers are you looking for, Moonshine?"