Redhawk Caldera The Green is Great

I learned the other day that weed actually has little effect if you eat it fresh. Yay for fiction!

Fox had begun to doze off, but when Peregrine mentioned food and water, she perked up. Those things sounded good, she had decided, but she was fairly certain she was supposed to lay here and wait for somebody to bring things to her. Instead, Peregrine and Ashton continued jabbering on about this and that while she took in the fine details of one particular claw on her front foot. It had the most amazing speck of dirt on it.

Even in her impaired state, Fox would not accept healing. Especially not from strangers. It was only because she knew Blue and Finley enough that she had ever accepted any from them. For the most part, the fireball preferred to let nature run its course until she was well again. However, after the first couple doses of whatever Finley had given her, she found the effects quite relaxing.

Struggling to her feet, Fox leaned up against Peregrine, nibbling at his ribcage. “It’s like your whole body is covered in black grass,” she commented, amused at the thought. “I guess that would make me covered in red grass.”