Redhawk Caldera i am a shadow in your subconscious

Her spine stiffened as someone approached, and she lifted her head from the half-balled moss to find the dusky young woman before her, smiling. She peered at the other wolf, and then repeated the expression, shoulders sagging in some kind of relief.

A Redhawk. . .but a good Redhawk. Or at least one she knew.

Fenn, Maegi responded. It's. . .good to see you, too. She didn't get the jest. She'd never puzzled out that Fennec was blind, savvy as the girl was with getting around. She bent, rolling the greenery into something more portable.

I'm gathering moss. Will you join me?

That sense of third-person detachment had faded as the drug had, but she still felt stilted, away from the world. Perhaps working with herbs—and with a like soul—would bring her back to reality.