Herbalists' Cache so I can watch your face as I take it all away

Movement in the corner of her eye, and the stars are drawn to it, clustering around it and dancing slowly. Her song fades into silence, wondering if this might be a final image, a final sign. Her head untwists, slowly settling on the wolf, the hulking shape that towers above her, And yet, she is not afraid. It is not the release of the drug that lends her this confidence, but rather; "the stars," she pauses, voice lilting.  "they favour you."  

She was fairly certain that the wolf was real, he was male. He did not exist in the ethereal way that her visions did, no, he was steady and real. And she felt certain that he was important, if not to her than to life itself, for the very stars seemed to leave their places in the sky to dance alongside him.