Blackfeather Woods silently he came

He reached forward, nose brushing along the plant as the boy considered. Footsteps had him draw back hurriedly, a voice he had not heard before causing him to swivel around and glance at the other. He was taken aback a moment at the man's odd appearance, the glowing eyes and patchwork fur. He was silent a moment, surprise filtering across his face, before he answered. "Mhm. Potema says...this weed does bad things. But I wanted to know, and I..." he looked to the other for approval, for anything other then a scathing gaze he felt he should be getting. He waited for the other to push him in a direction.