Hallucination Caves Altar

Chips had been the one to let her know something funny was going on, after all, it wasn't like her to wander too far from Tojo unless she absolutely had to. But as a mother, didn't she owe it to her children and her pack to keep an ear to the ground? Otis's fingers had kept worrying at the spiny fur around her neck, trying to pull on her ears to dissuade her from going forward. She eventually let the opossum down and sent him back to Tojo to keep an eye on Fuji. There was no doubt her daughter would want to check it out if she happened to catch wind of it.

Before he left, she fished the brew from his satchel and carried it carefully between her jaws. It was sealed in one of the clay canisters they had crafted together. Sealed inside an infusion of berries, violet and thistle, and more... recreational ingredients. If anyone cracked it open, she was sure they would have a very enlightening experience. They might even come face to face with whatever gods were drawing closer to this plane.

She remembered the way the fireflies harassed her last year, but she wasn't one to hold grudges... much. She even managed a small grin around her jar as she quietly approached, heeding the frantic movements of the butterflies. All well and good to make her offering, but she ought not to waste anyone's time by lingering when there was important work to be done yet.

Taking a moment to pay her silent respects, she stepped back twice before moving to take her leave of the cave. Thinking they really should get together and bring something of more substance... not that that little concoction wouldn't knock a grown wolf on their ass, but when you were dealing with gods, it was always better to be safe than sorry.

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