~Mature for themes of drug use!
The bundle of herbs wrapped firmly in a thick hide hung limply from her maw as she stalked through the woods, ears almost flattened back against her skull at the radiating pain in her jaws from having to carry something in her mouth. After her cousin had so kindly offered up food to her she had resigned herself to doing something kind in turn, but gifts weren't exactly her specialty, and if she was being honest she was not quite sure what Róta would like. Food was too easy, and her clumsy paws weren't nimble enough to make something nice from scratch, and there was no telling if her cousin would even like that. And then her mind settled on something that she knew none of the other Trygg wolves could give: a brief escape from the harshness of reality.
In the bundle she had enough cannabis, fly agaric, and even a touch of jimson weed she had found unexpectedly for the both of them to partake in. Or if Róta wished she could just drop it off with the rust red woman and leave her be, but she figured it was worth spending some quality time with her, seeing as only she knew the very specifics that troubled the younger Trygg woman. If this wasn't good enough of a gift then Iðunn didn't know what would be.
She made it back to the edge of camp, lips pulled back in a pained expression as her icy blue eyes searched for the familiar red form. The darkening sky made it a bit difficult to see too far beyond, but surely Róta would be nearby. This was something that was best done in more private circumstances rather than right in the middle of camp, so once she spotted her cousin Iðunn wanted to beckon her away further into the woods before revealing her gift.
