Witch's Marsh Now what you've done

Ah ha! His luck prevailed once again, after so many tribulations, the Ancients gifted him a playtoy, stuck fast, and begging for him.
His head swung to the struggling girl, fear evident in her eyes even from this distance.

He grinned before starting over to her.
"Ah, 'et me 'elp yous deer." He replied smoothly, stepping gingerly into the thickness of the swamp where she was stuck.

He flicked his tongue around the edge of his gums and pulled out the few poppy seeds he'd managed to save. They slowly dissolved in his mouth, giving him a slow release of the high without making him too spacy, and didn't give him the shit feeling and lesser craving.

"Eat thess," he protruded his tongue lightly so she could see the small black seeds, "It will make it easier for me to help you out."

Easier for him to drag her to a more secure place for him to mutilate her. Or if she didn't take them, he could just swallow the seeds and bruise her right here. Male pups were more fun, far too naive. Females were too smart and shrieked too much.