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Dahlia de Mai had been under extreme renovation since Conor (the past Alpha Male of Dahlia) decided to step down from his throne and pass the reign onto Nayru. With dreams and aspirations of rebuilding the docks and structures that suffered drastic amount of weather damage, regenerating the vineyards for wine production, and anything else that required a fix up, it was expected of every member in the ranks to play a part in mending something back to its recondition. Taking on the role assisting with renovating what she could with the vineyards, wine making was a far cry from the poses of baptiste or the incense of aromatherapy, but the Sidhe believed to keep her mind spry and flexible while she matured, it wouldn't hurt in the least to obtain a new skill and hobby to pass the time.
Whisking away from the territory bounds on this day, the newly appointed Wahrer (the Wahrer rank meant hunter, but was technically far from being an expert in hunting) perceived the outlying areas around Dahlia to hold tools left from human civilization in order to assist her further in restoring the vineyards. Her snowy owl companion soared ahead of her overhead, silently ruling the path of which they traveled, as Kael always did. In the distance was a withered structure, but before her sky blue gaze even caught sight of it, the familiar smell of cannabis caught her senses as little as a mile away. The smell of cannabis was well known among the Luperci, very identifiable and this strand with a potent aroma to it. Where there was strong cannabis usually meant there was somebody burning it for their personal use. With the smell growing more prominent as she casually strolled along, it seemed like Kael was soaring in the same direction of the source as well. She wondered if the smell was any appealing to the snowy owl as it was to her, as the pair progressed onward to the structure.
Approaching to where there was a dark, mottled figure of black and brown tampering with a dolly amongst the snarled weeds, the joint smoldered with liberty at the edge of his darkened canine lips. With his concentration on seizing the structure from the overgrowth, the male looked quite young for his physique, but there was also a quality about him which was matured as well (at least Alae didn't feel as old as she usually did around Dahlia de Mai). Decked out in cargo pants, a brown beanie, and what looked like a key slung around his neck, Alae kept a comfortable distance between them, but crossed her arms and tilted her head in inquiry. "The strand of that… smells like Afghani, but I could be wrong?" Alae said, her muzzle lightly motioning to the joint upon his lips. It had been a considerable while since she last dealt with cannabis (and smoked a considerable amount during her earlier juvenile years), and hopefully her skill of distinction between the strands of such was still on point. Kael landed an earshot away, ruffling his pale feathers and gleaming upon the male with his wide eyed, scrutinizing look.
