Blackfeather Woods and then one day you find ten years have got behind you

He could feel the seed in the back of his throat, as if it didn't want to budge and was resisting the inevitable fall. He felt it slide down his throat. It would take some time for the poppy to take effect and while he waited, he watched Maegi. Mou's evident hunger (or whatever it was that urged him to be close with her) did not fade, but the expression of wanting slipped away. The crunch of the leaves told him that she was laying down, and he closed whatever gap was between them in order to do the same. He reached with his forelimbs as if to hug her, scooting close, criss-crossing their limbs. 

I have to tell you something, she admitted.

All he could do was watch her, and listen. His head began to tilt slightly as the medicine took effect, slowly numbing his sense of touch. Mou took a deep breath and as he exhaled, he felt himself begin to sink in to a blissful high.