Redhawk Caldera On the mend.

Funky taste, got it. He nodded a little and then dipped his nose towards the plants, sticking his tongue out so they'd attach, and then slurped them in to his mouth. A few seconds of chewing later and he was swallowing it with a small grimace. She was right in assuming they'd be scratchy - but other than that, they seemed tasteless. Bits got stuck between his teeth so he began to work at them with the side of his tongue (gross), wadded up what he could, and swallowed again.

How long does it take? Tit wondered aloud, and then his face creased with a glum little frown. What if it doesn't work? That would mean he'd have to take more, right? It was entirely possible that the Blackfeather wolves had messed with him so much that he'd need a massive dose to redue his pain - he had no idea. A subtle darkness flit across his features as he thought of this but he chose to stay quiet on that topic. It was scary enough having to deal with a broken leg, let alone a dependancy.