Haunted Wood Don't get high from your own supply

Potema laughed at the wolf's reaction; it was always startling the first time. She was relatively adept when it came to drug use, though she was no master. Simultaneously aware of her surroundings and lost in the realms of her mind's fantasy, Potema rolled on her side, flayed out in a strange position as she slowly sobered up.

Unluckily for her, she would be caught in an awkward and embarrasing place as Charon, seemingly out of no where, arrived. The witch blinked at her childhood acquaintance slowly, looking at the gray-speckled wolf upside down, her forehead plastered against the grass. Oh...hey...Charon...