"What is it?" Wyw asked, taking it off him and playing with it absent mindedly. She licked it cautiously- "YUCK! This tastes horrible! Worse tha what they gave me!" She stared at it, tounge hanging out the paste slowly slipping offit.

"Medicine isn't supposed to taste good," Loki sighed flatly, practically closing her mouth on her tongue. "It will help your emotions mellow out a little more. Make them... Normal-er in a sense."

After swallowing Wyw made a loud purposeful retching noise. "How long does your poison take to work then?" She half joked.

"Poison takes exactly three minutes with me," he replied, turning and lumbering into the forest.

Wyw blinked furiously, processing what Loki had said. She realised he had left and rushed after him, "wait, what?" She called.

Loki actually laughed, sounding almost like a gruff chuckle, and pat her head with a massive paw. "That, however, will start to work in about twenty minutes."

Wyw blinked again, then let out a faint "oh. Thats... good." She glanced around nevously, "will... will it work?" She asked

"I'm not sure. It may work, it may not. I don't know all the modifications they've made to you. It should help at least some though." He looked down at her and sighed. "Come on, we need to find a place to rest."

"Ok!" Wyw said enthusiasticaly.

Loki led the way through the trees, crushing branches and dead leaves under his paws. "See anything?"