Sorry for the wait. . . Do you mind if we date this to the 8th? And sorry this post is TERRIBLE, but I'm way behind and didn't want you to have to wait forever. .____. 300+ words.
#####Back within the pack lands, Lolita was doing just fine and dandy today, despite her outburst and obvious anger and pain the day before. Her gait was practically a chipper skip, though she would not go as far as to move in such a jolting manner. In her left hand was a lighter, and in her right hand was a packed bowl. It was simply marvelous, indeed, and she had already made use of it on the walk. Once she found a comfortable place to sit and relax, she would finish off the lovely. Her normal hideaway beneath the trees of the forest was not a suitable place, she had decided, and instead, she was seeking the strange comfort of water. It was not something she normally sought, having never felt any particular attraction to the element, but occassionally it was nice to sit by the (hopefully) calm waters and smoke her amazing smoke.
#####As she ambled along, Lolita considered the possibility of beginning her own garden very soon, as she very much enjoyed growing her own marijuana and smoking that, rather than what she took from her stash. The high was almost always better, without much chances of failure. It was also much more comforting to know that she had grown her own lovely, rather than finding it elsewhere. That way, she knew just how much love and work went into growing the plant. A sound broke her thoughts midstep, cream ears perking up curiously. Walking more quickly now, she stopped abruptly at the sight of the white wolf in the water. "What are you doing?" she questioned, listless green eyes wide with some unknown emotion. It was possibly a mix of alarm and amusement, which would have been an accurate description of how she was already feeling towards the flailing wolf in the clear and fresh-smelling spring.
[/html]