King Elk Forest blood in the sunlight

Shreya had started to feel the effects of the poppy, especially the numbed pain in her paw. And generally numbed feeling elsewhere. Though perhaps both these things were just the result of a charming distraction, who incidentally made himself more charming with an indirect offer to escort her home.

Hah, that'd be a stellar sight and no mistake. Shreya the Elder, back from her little adventure in the forest, and sporting an obliging piece of arm candy. It was worth doing just in the hope that someone would see it. But humour wasn't a good enough reason, so with regret she shook her head. You're right to trust that, yes, she said, eyes twinkling.

Then with a final, distasteful glance down at that dratted root (now thoroughly gnawed), Shreya made to limp away, hurt paw hovering awkwardly. Well met, young fellow. And thanks.