Frostfire Ridge Fuster Cluck

Citali had chewed enough. This plant with her spit would make for a decent slave that would do wonders on Nochta's feet. She moved, shifting within the hole to begin to apply it, licking the gunk against the black wolf's paws. She was careful not to tickle too much, but she braced herself all the same. After that long journey, the last thing she wanted was to loose an eye over a giggle fit. They'd suffered enough and she quite liked her eyeballs. They were her best feature. She'd not lose them out of accidental carelessness of another's paws.

It seemed as though their reunited sister had tried a little bit of everything. Citali frowned as she applied the herbal mixture to Nochtli's hind paws and gestured for the wolf to surrender what she was chewing. "I say we try drugging him." It seemed like the most logical thing to do. If he wouldn't listen in a natural state, they could put him in an altered one and they do just fine. Steal him of his will and he could easily succumb to theirs. "Or we can humor him and bitch until he caves in." The plan Manni appeared to be currently on board with. Less fun, but she could work with that for a while. Citlali's ears twitched. She did hate this place. Hopefully this farce would not last too terribly long.

She applied Nochta's salve to the wolf's feet and indicated she lay there while it continued to soak in. Citlali's job here was mostly done, so she turned and made herself as comfortable as she could. "How long are we humoring him for before we take drastic measures?" Memories could take forever to recover or never recover at all. She didn't want to be her indefinitely.