Wild Berry Meadow You're God damned right

Potema had to stop herself from looking delirious as she moved, but it was hard to do so. It was beyond her control at this point, her twitches random and sporadic. She snorted. She barely registers Kjalarr's movements against her fur, so focused is she on finding the blood-red petals in the snow. But a rational part of her knows that it would never be seen, though that rational part is quelled by her body's ravenous desire for the opiate, threatening to lead Kjalarr and her on a merry chase into hypothermia and starvation.