He's more familiar with cigarettes than marijuana, but he thinks he gets what Sharky means; the stuff that smells like when skunks get hit by cars. He wrinkles his nose because he's not sure he wants to put that in his body, even if it's just smoke.

"Think something broke when came here. When taken from forest. Was fine before!" Though now that he thinks about it, it might have not been fine, and he didn't notice because he was so confused that he didn't really try to eat or drink for a few days. "Maybe was demons. They make things bad. Waste food and hang things in trees."

He snarls more at that second one than the first. Getting whapped in the eye by some dangling wooden symbols hung in branches is a far worse offense.