Redhawk Caldera the road to hell is paved with good intentions

A sudden anger washed over him when Raven explained, still not finding it fair that wolves would use this to forget their sadness. It was addicting stuff, and it was way better for everyone to figure out their problems by themselves. Let them mourn, let them cry, and they'd eventually get over it. They did not need these poppies - HE did not need them. As long as you don't force that shit upon me. He cursed as he lifted his body from the earth to stand and stretch his weary body.

Just let them know they won't be living in the real world if they take it. He rumbled as he turned to leave. His tail swished behind him as he returned home, hoping to return to sleeping or perhaps even hunting if he felt like it - far away from the poppies and Raven.

-Trick out-