Frostfire Ridge Fuster Cluck

"Hence, drugging him." Which would make it easier. Lugging dead weight, while hard, was significantly easier than dragging a wolf kicking and screaming across what felt like half a world away. Maybe they could like... wrestle up some sort of something to pull him on so they didn't have to carry his ass. Citali pondered... this was a very, very probable thing they could do...

Her mind wandered. They seemed to all be in agreement that something should eventually be done, but for now they would be content to humor him until the time came to finally do something about his craziness. She nodded and glanced at Nocta's feet. The salve was doing just fine. Hopefully the female's paws would be better soon.

She was about to dismiss Mani's offer of food when her stomach betrayed her hunger. "I think we'd both appreciate that," she said, glancing towards her dark sister before looking back towards earthen wolf.