Nova Peak midnight stroll

Swift chewed and chewed and chewed. Bazi watched him, arrested by the peculiarity of the situation. It was as though - somehow - her son knew exactly what he was doing, guided by some bizarre instinct or the hand of a ghost. Eventually, he spat out the masticated leaf, clearing the bitter taste from his mouth with grimaces and swipes of his broadening paws. When he was done, it was as though nothing had happened. Bazi's peculiar son turned his attention back to his mother, sensing her unease and doing his best to soothe her.

The Alpha stared down at her son's fuzzy head, utterly perplexed.

Apart from a slight puffiness, his face was fine. Bazi had herself seen the effects of a bee sting, and this didn't amount to even a fraction of what she had expected to see. Her gaze fell on the green stains around her son's mouth. The leaf. Was it... medicinal, somehow? Bazi cursed her lack of herbal know-how. "How did you know," she whispered, more to herself than to the pup at her feet. Swift, with his quick paws and his dark stripe.