Blackfeather Woods ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

UGH.

"I warned you," Maegi said briefly, then without further preamble, she forced the girl down to the ground again--not an easy task, as Maegi was not the strongest of wolves--and seized most of the yarrow in her teeth. She used her paws to pry the clenched jaws open and shoved the plant down, just as Reed had done for her after the poppies, forcing it as deep as she could and clamping the girl's mouth shut to make her swallow.

"Swallow it," she commanded, in case the physical pressure wasn't enough of an incentive. "Swallow--"

Her vision blurred suddenly, her heart skipping a beat, then another, and slowing. Maegi blinked, trying to regain coordination. Once satisfied the girl had taken down the yarrow--she'd probably just spit it up again, the brat--she stumbled away, pulse hammering loudly, slowly, in her ears. The earth swayed beneath her paws, and she felt at once both hot and cold, restless and sedated.

She stumbled and fell to her knees in the dirt, groaning at the impact. Everything was chaos at a glacial pace as she drew closer and closer to what remained of the yarrow, trying to take it herself.