Hani had, for some reason, made her way back here. She had tried hard to study herbs that helped wolves, but a curiosity in her made her search for the kinds of medicinals that So Cray had used. She had found the plant with no problems. It seemed burned to her memories, she couldn't forget it. She gathered a good amount of them, trying to remember how So Cray had done it. Really, he didn't seem to have a rhyme or reason to how he did it, he just did, so Hani did the same.

The drug-plants were everywhere thanks to the the fresh spring rains and warmer temperatures, and she collected heavily. Hani settled in the grass and readied her herbs, "You're really gonna do this again? Yeah, why not? Because it worked out SO well for you last time! I was young, shut up! Yeah, and you're so grown up now. I am! Then why are you hesitating? I'm-" Sure enough, Hani was just sitting there with the herbs propped between her paws. The woman took a deep breath, "You can do this. So Cray made it a hobby, so it's obviously not that bad. Do you even remember what happened last time? Yes but- No no no, don't let past experiences affect you, that would be learning. Oh, shut it!" Hani bit down on the bitter herbs and began working her way through them, her heard beating hard in her chest. Why was she so nervous? It would be a lot easier if So Cray were here again.





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The day was a glorious day so far for the mature pale brute. His large form was carried at an easy trot over the southern areas of Alacritis. Being a nomadic, ever-moving creature, one who strongly denied pack life, Drago was rarely still for longer than a night. Well, okay, so he would also occasionally pause in his wandering to take a delicious sample from the bundle he often toted with him, carrying the leafed package in his jaws. Today, however, Drago had tasted his last bud - at least for now. But, after doing some digging, he'd found that cannabis was remarkably common on Alacritis. Wonderful! Now, the large, pale creature was headed towards a place the herb was said to grow. Sure enough, his nose was teased by a wonderful earthy scent, with a slight skunk undertone. The large male picked up speed, pushing his way through the tall grasses, his nearly black jaws hanging open, tongue lolling out in bliss. He paused, however, when golden hazel eyes caught sight of another. He watched her as she... well, basically just stood there staring between her paws.. A glance lower told Drago that she had weed between her paws. Which seemed something to cause happiness. However... "Ciao bella. You seem quite confused." He gave her a friendly smile, dipping his head the slightest to show her that he meant no harm. Fearlessly, he took a few steps closer, his eyes on the bundle between the girl's paws. His grin became amused, but did not lose its kindness. "If you are confused on how you should harvest these plants, I wouldn't mind helping you." He chuckled lightly. "As long as I was paid in bud." He laughed, winking playfully. Drago would never truly force someone to share, even if he was helping them. If she didn't want to share, she had her reasons, and there was practically an entire field for him to go through. He wouldn't be upset. But he did hope she took him up on the offer, at any rate. Act. "Speak. Italian." Think.