It seemed like there were some damn good plants growing out here on this weird island, Tate would tell you that much. He'd come looking for tobacco, which he'd found, but who was going to turn up more cannabis too? They called that shit weed for a reason... it grew like weeds. Rather pleased with himself and his findings for the day, he figured he'd do just a little more exploring before heading home. Let the comfortable high set in, maybe find some cool shit. Potato is all about the cool shit, after all.

It's with great interest that he wanders through what used to be a grand resort. Nose to the ground, searching for... well, searching for anything that could be of interest, actually. Snooping. He likes to snoop. He likes to rummage. There was a great deal of rummaging to be done. In what seemed to be a storage room, the almost-man finds a bunch of boxes. Using his teeth to split the tape, he begins to dig through it. A box full of stuffed animals wearing dorky little t-shirts... they were actually pretty cute, not that he'd admit it out loud. Maybe he should bring some home for the pups. Filing that idea away, he moves to the next box, opening this one with a bit more effort. This one was filled with souvenir shot glasses. Less interesting.

A box of sunscreen that had long expired here, a box of beach towels there. Knocking one more box over, Tate feels a bit like he's hit the jackpot-- sunglasses. He'd stuff his nose through a pair of aviators before continuing to dig.

"Potato"

She didnt travel to auester often. Voodoo had been enjoying a bit of freedom though. Now that the yearlings could take care of themselves the healer had needed a escape. She arrived at the isle of curosity stroking her ego. Perhaps she could find some interesting herbs... but she noticed a scent in the air. Raising her head she shook her body identifying what appeared to be a pack born male. .. Did she feel like talking to someone today. Voodoo felt a bit of disdain at the thought. Being social hadnt become a strong point for her.

Though it didnt take her long to notice the leafy plants in the dusty soil of this place.... marijuana. Itd been over a year since shed made a tincture or the like. Carrying herself over she debated taking a few back home. She could cultivate a garden with these pretty easily. Turning inward to the island she began tracking the scent shed found instead of giving into temptation. Voodoo stayed a fair distance away when she spotted the wolf playing with some strange relics.

Voodoo couldnt help it, "Found quiet the treasure didnt you." she had to keep herself from laughing. At least somebody was having a good time right?