HENBANE AERIS If anyone asked, Henbane wasn't really sure what she was doing down here. Why would anyone ask? Would you ask? What are you, a fucking cop? That's what I thought. Don't be a narc. No, but seriously, she'd come down here chasing a rabbit. The thing about Hen is that she's not quite fast enough or quite agile enough for rabbits. She had to go after slower moving things... like turtles. So yeah, she'd chased a rabbit, she'd gotten her sorry self into a little bit of trouble. Only a little. She swears. She swears it wasn't that much trouble. Look at her, she's innocent. Henbane hadn't even got lost coming back out of the caverns themselves. It's right as Hen makes the mouth of the whole thing that she fucks up. The girl didn't see the hole. She didn't see it until it was too late, at least. She'd stepped directly into it, falling forward with a thud. The pain in the muscle was undeniable, and shot through her system. It wasn't the worst pain, but still. Crumpled on the ground, Henbane lay there for a moment, blinking against the too-bright afternoon sun, trying desperately to get her vision to adjust. "Son of a fucker." Amalgamation of an accent coloring the words, making them damn near impossible to decipher. "Ow."

Cricket was almost certain this was where she had been hanging out before Ghoul scooped her up and off to her happily ever after, or well, maybe it was just the honeymoon phase, but Insomnia certainly felt that way. She really liked everyone she had met so far, Ghoul and Mac and Medusa. There was no shortage of guts on offer and if she was honest, she was maybe even starting to get a little... pudgy.

Well that wouldn't do at all. So she had come down here to look for the place she had claimed as her own when she first arrived. There were some dried herbs, probably a stash of fly agaric, a scrap of rabbit fur that she had had for as long as she could remember... she just had to find it again.

A clattering sound followed by a heavy thud set the small wolf's heart to racing. Son of a fucker. Her dark stained ears twitched and turned, a green tinted foreleg was lifted, frozen in place. She tried not to move her head while she searched with her eyes, trying to locate just who or what had yelled out, as though the stream of light wasn't serving as a spotlight from above... and now it was obvious, it looked like the big pile of fur that was clearly gonna be massive when it stood was right by her old snoozing nook.

Well, it wasn't like she had been eaten yet. "Oi! Whatcha doin' fallin' outta the sky, y'coulda squished me!" She piped up, darting closer with small leaping movements. "Are ya hurt? Y'look pretty tough, but other than everything... what hurts th'most?"

”Speech”  ’Thought’

It's time to raise the curtain

HENBANE AERIS She was going to be big, and she was still a baby. Imagine this thing when it's fully grown, that'll be a sight. Like, a really wild and sorta unhinged sight, but a sight none the less. Hen leaves herself with one foot in the hole for now, still trying to gather herself. Get her bearings and all that... even if those bearings didn't seem to want to get got. Yeah, it seemed like they were evading capture. That's fine. Who needs to gather their bearings anyway, when she could just... lay... in... a hole? Maybe she should yell for Raka or Cos or dad. Or someone who could get dad. She'd wandered probably a bit too far off to actually have made good choices, but that was fine. But someone else was here. Henbane wasn't alone for too long, that was a good thing. Who... hm. Stranger. It's a good thing she's sorta never met a stranger, actually. If you meet them, then they aren't strangers at all. That's how it should work, at least in the child's mind. She craned her head to look over at the other wolf. Small, smaller than any adult Hen had ever seen. She had to be another pup, right? Henbane squinted, her vision swimming momentarily. Wait, was her vision swimming or was the stranger... bouncing? For a moment, she closed her eyes, and then opened again. Small and green, the other girl was peering at her. Hen peered back. "Shit, I coulda," her tone was apologetic. "I uh... I bit my tongue pretty hard. Also the leg that's in the hole fucken sucks." The words come out heavily accented, mashed together haphazardly. Henbane stuck her tongue out in an effort to inspect it, but she couldn't see it. It was hard to see much of anything from where she was, actually. She grumbled, rolling a bit in an effort to find footing with the sucky leg. Nope, okay, not quite yet. Hen would stay in the hole a little longer.

It wasn't until she spoke that Cricket detected any youth in her voice. The girl had bitten her tongue, and the green wolf pulled a face and pushed her own tongue to the roof of her mouth. That hurt at the best of times. That and something had happened to the giant child's leg. Hmm, "Just-ah, stay where y'are, I should have somethin..." Her green eyes darted between towering stalagmites... Oh shit, it was even more fortunate the roof dropper hadn't landed on one of those. A leg was tricky enough to fix, but full blown impalement? Well, she didn't think there was a healer alive that could fix that...

Finally thinking she had found her stash, the tiny wolf darted over... Sucess! She dragged the scrap of fur that held her herbs back over to the other wolf, giving the leg a critical eye before she chose her treatment. This was gonna need the big guns. She began pulling out dried flowers and scrunching up her nose, putting aside the mushroom caps too. What she was looking for was a black, gummy ball that she had scraped off the inside of some poppy pods. It was smaller than a pea, but when she finally found it she loudly declared "Ah-ha!" and thrust it towards the girl. "This'll fix yer up in no time! It'll taste like lickin' a butt that just blew anal glands, but if yer don't chew it, y'should feel a whole lot better soon!" She waited, watching the girl expectantly. This was either going to be a miracle cure, or a disaster, but there was only one way to find out...

”Speech”  ’Thought’

It's time to raise the curtain