Redhawk Caldera Just go get beer.

Fiadh couldn't recall how she'd gotten home; she remembered waking up with a weight around her neck and the world moving in fast- and slow-motion all at the same time, but there was a large blank in between waking up and getting here. She blinked, drowsy as she ambled unsteadily up the slope toward the clearing where she planned to take a nap. She weaved through snowed over evergreens, and bumped into more than a few as she went along, but her whole body felt so heavy and aimless that she hardly even noticed.

Fiadh's usual bounce was missing. Luckily, it was just the after effect of the tranquilizer and not a permanent mark on her psyche. The collar itself—which occasionally emitted a quick, high-pitched beep that made her ears tick upward and swivel each time it happened—wasn't much of a burden and didn't seem to be affecting her. For now, she was mostly unaware of it besides feeling something around her throat.

She was nearly at the rendezvous when she caught site of Towhee coming toward her with a hare gloved in her muzzle. The sight and smell of food made her feel strangely nauseous, and she sat down heavily to say, in a voice thick still with drunken confusion, "hi, Toooowheeeee," before yawning loudly.