Am I wrong

The Alpha female of Ouroboros Spine had been in a lot of bad situations in her life, but she had never felt so disoriented as she did these days.

Hallucinations played out in front of her eyes, at times blurring the line between reality and fiction. She couldn't tell the different sometimes between what was right in front of her and what wasn't. Today, she was being followed by a hoard of wasps, but they were only in her head. Their buzzing was so loud, and the touch of their feet on her snout so real, that she would have sworn to anyone it was really happening.

These hallucinations made her twitchy and irritable. Her head was almost birdlike as it whipped around, her eyes staring unblinkingly at the shadows of the great forest her pack had claimed. Jinx struggled to remember them. Their faces seemed wiped from her memory, though really, they were lost to delirium.

Saliva pattered against the ground as she walked. She was drooling so much lately, and she had no explanation for it. Her tongue felt swollen, and when she swallowed everything felt thick and cottony. Her tail hung limply, having somehow lost all feeling recently. Something was terribly, terribly wrong with her, but she lacked the mental capacity presently to identify it and seek help. She didn't know she needed it, nor did she know nobody could have given it, not even Lecter.

A hallucinogenic wasp flew in her nose, and she ignored it.