Haunted Wood Don't get high from your own supply

Liberty Cap. Witch's Hat. Blue Leg. Different names all for the same mushroom that she needed for her ritual. Its powers were immense, especially when mixed with the summoning herbs; she had seen them firsthand when she was in Hag Fen. On its own, however, they were potent in their own right, though not strong enough to help a wolf see past the veil of this world and the next, the Void. She knew this from experience: she had developed a..."fondness" for mushrooms of the hallucinogenic variety. She was no druggie, however, for she was easily able to drop the habit and focus on more important things, such as helping her family survive the famine and Burke's negligance. Now that he was gone, and the food was coming back...

Potema had found what she was certain was Witch's Hat at the edge of the Haunted Wood, perilously close to the edge of the Caldera where the Redhawks lived. Worried that she might be caught by one of their patrols, the witch grabbed a clump of the mushrooms and headed deeper into the Wood where she would not be disturbed. Already, her vision warped as her tongue tasted the juices of the mushrooms.

Once she thought she was safe, she dropped the shrooms, sniffing the air for a brief moment...all alone. Perfect.

She bit into the crown of one fungi, only taking half of the top into her mouth, for a little was all she needed. It took a moment, but Potema felt her body relax as the familar color changes took place: green to purple, blue to red, the scenery warping and bloating slightly as she giggled softly, settling into the grass. A mile away, a bird was chirping mournfully, declaring to all that the hunters weren't going to starve to death now that the herds had returned, and Potema could hear it loud and clear as if the bird was right on her shoulder. She laughed softly, turning her head in the direction of the crier. Yeah...be afraid little birdie. The Dark Brotherhood's gonna kill all you little suckers...