The woman had become curious, seeking out plants to extinguish the memories that were arising more and more. She’d experienced turmoil from the willow tree’s effects, so that was not a place she’d go again. Instead, she’d consumed a number of mushrooms, brown and sickly smelling. 

She wandered to the borders, leaves loud and easily identifying her presence. In her drugged haze, the Gyrfalcon came to her again, leading her to a wraith. A wolf. She did not recognise it as Maegi. The smokey whisp of the bird circled the figure as it trotted to the brewing light. 

In the woman's mind, the solid wraith couldn’t leave. The dark forest called for their presence and forbade her departure. With trembling gait, Flicker moved forward, her scarlet a stain amongst the trees shadows. She loped to the figure, wavering and weaving without obstacle to avoid; making her line to the white flash that drew nearer with each stride. 

Her eyes rimmed with red and dilated with black made the thin stretch of gold — her purity — almost nonexistent as she bore down on the figure; their scent infused with fresh wounds and ripped features became clearer.

If the solid wraith didn’t avoid the wild swing of yellowed ivories, they would sink into the scruff of her target and her form will barrel them both over. If she did dodge, then the woman would stumble and turn again to stop her leaving.

That voice. It stopped her in her tracks, lending her to skew off to the side before flailing to a halt. Recreational substances didn't work well for the woman's coordination. She rounded back on the figure, lurching and wavering. Her eyes squinted and it all clicked into place; this was Maegi. She grinned in her delirium, sitting down and panting softly; her mouth dry and tongue leaden in her mouth. 

"W-where are you going?" she questioned, putting her full attention into concentrating on her next words, "you can't leave. It's not right. The spirits..." She trailed off for a quick glance around revealed the shapes she saw has all but vanished. The woman stood, tail wavering like a cat keeping its balance, and took a step towards Maegi.
Was she ked here to prevent this? Or to see her go?

Her mind was in turmoil, her actions jerked and undignified. "Stay." Her voice was commanding, but she had no command over the wraith. "You must..." Her brows furrowed, clearly distressed and trying to think logically.
Her jaws snapped towards Maegi, trying to hold her in the woods; at least trying to act on what the woman thought was right. 

The dark abyss her eyes had become yearned for bloodshed. A small part of her mind tried to speak reason but was lost in the thrumming and pounding in her head. Her scarlet muzzle flicked to the side -- unnatural -- possessed by the plant. Her hungry gaze followed Maegi but made no further attempt to hurt; her lips, however, still curled back and speech was lost from her throat. Her mouth worked to form the words -- but not in the articulate ways Relmyna does. No. She gaped like a hell-hound, her cavernous maw gaping.

Flicker's actions become slower and more wayward, sliding sideways and falling onto her haunches, her head lowered. She did not feel ok. Her eyes watered and her mouth started to not feel so dry, saliva started to pool on her lips before heaving up the contents of her stomach. The woman gasped for air and found it refreshingly cool; but her mind was too far gone, for now. 

She stood again, trying to utter words again, her voice a mere croak. "Don't.." was the only distinguishable word before she took a shaking step forwards, her eyes a mixture of sorrow and curiosity. 

Her eyes shuttered before she spoke again, the words coming to her but still croaked and slurred, but her body felt other -- held rigid by an anonymous force. Her posture straightened and her face became a stoic mask, "Morrlagh Bahl,"  she uttered, staring into her friend's eyes. Her mind was clearing, and she'd be ok soon. But a shiver ran down her spine, and her body was still held rigid.

Perhaps this was a warning, maybe Flicker's instincts somehow knew of Maegis future trouble. Her shoulders slackened, legs trembling slightly. Her gaze dropped to the ground, suddenly feeling very tired. Fuck...she should never try eating something like that again.

She could only watch her friend go beneath heavy lids, she started forward but could not give chase. Nausea crept up through her body again, forcing the cream woman to turn back. If she was to be allowed, she would do her best to find her friend; at some point. 
But her priority was the pack, and only when she could ensure their safety would she allow herself to go.