Redtail Rise You know you're hungover when you brush your teeth with sunglasses on

"Ahha," Smash replied when Gunnar dispensed some handy advice about seafood. "I'll keep that in mind. And, yes, that was my way of saying hello," she added, referring to the fist-bump. "Once we get to know each other better, we'll add to it until we have our own super special secret handshake," she assured him, keeping pace despite the fact that his legs and stride were longer than hers.

It didn't take long for them to reach a cache of some sort. Smash stood by and watched as Gunnar unearthed a thick root and some dainty, leafy greens. She had dabbled in medicine a little, though she had never seriously pursued the trade. She had a lot of respect for Healers, it just wasn't her calling. Well, she wasn't so great at healing physical maladies but Smash liked to think of herself as a damn good therapist. Laughter was the best sort of medicine, after all, and she could always be counted upon to provide some comedic relief.

"This one's the ginger?" the dark she-wolf queried when he offered her the plants, pointing a coffee-colored toe at the tuber. Without even waiting for an answer, she took a huge bite out of the ginger root, which caused her orange eyes to water. "Intense," she gasped, then hastily gobbled the mint, which cooled down her mouth significantly. "Yo, thanks, Dr. Bytheway."