Redsand Canyon She's out of sight and he's out of his mind

meant for @Donovan Azura as discussed with Malia but since he's over the borders I will allow more than one.

Melita had told him she'd keep his scent. Baptiste knew his daughter well enough to trust she'd stick around and to force a yearling to hang around was to basically shove them away, so he'd allowed her to stray. It gave him the time to root for the curve pointed leaves and white flowers that he ached for. The plant had been consumed some undetermined amount of time ago and now the merle furred man wandered with pupils the size of boulders peering in awe at the land he'd thus far failed to notice reeked of the smell of others. The Jimson weed gave everything life and energy around him the red canyons behind and ahead of him beckoned him further. It was as if the land were telling him to stay and he was more than happy to oblige releasing a deep laugh, his rich baritone echoing and drawing attention his way to anyone nearby enough to hear. The plants whispered to him, telling him their uses and inviting him to use them for it was he who knew how and if heard he responded that he needn't take their life for nobody was ill. The breeze hummed in his ears like music that he hummed along with occasional tossing a word out as memories flitted by inside of his mind, Semele's gypsy stories of myth and monsters shaping the song inside his mind "Poisonous....lovely....deadly" he murmured as he spotted Nightshade growing along the limestone and redsand walls of the canyons a cold smile playing on his maw "Dangerous this....jack of hearts. With his kiss, the riot starts...Only one thing to be done...." he leaned in jaws parting as if to take one of the berries before he caught himself in the deadly act and pulled away, joyous expression now dark as he wandered deeper into the claimed territory the world's light and energy fading around him as he only saw Semele and the bear, only smelled the overwhelming scent of the blood pouring from her throat and ripped off face. The gurgle of the stream water beneath his paws became the gurgle of her dying breaths as her head lolled about in agony. "he fell in love with a beautiful lady, who walks up above" looking into the sky he cleared his throat and sucked in a breath looking around him and blinking as if suddenly realising where he was and what he was doing.