All welcome! Mature content; drug use.
It certainly wasn't because he didn't trust Aquene, but Chan possessed some stores of his own. Among them included a small collection of sun-dried psilocybin, their psychedelic effects a desired reprieve for the stand-in leader. There was much going through his mind, stressors that normal means couldn't chase away. Thus, the Eastfall decided that tonight was the night to play hooky and get out of the pack's territory, to for just a handful of hours pretend he didn't have responsibilities and could do what he wanted without worrying about who could need him at any given moment.
He carried with him more than enough of the months-old fungi and stole away, going as far as to leave the Lake's encircling valley walls altogether. Chan traversed Riddle Heights until he found a high point which offered an uncluttered, 360-degree view of the Lore and it's forests. The earth itself, sprawled all around, seemed smaller by multitudes in comparison to the star-studded sky. Already the lights had started, ribbons of green ebbing, undulating. Chan settled in, and began to nibble on his treats while watching the show unfold.