Noctisardor Bypass wont' stop till you can't see straight

the first step to gaining control of a situation was to introduce chaos to it. like snakes, the seeds of suspicion and fear and doubt were able to worm their way into the heart of any individual. thus she had been active, recently, seeking to spread those very seeds. just earlier that night, she had covered herself thoroughly in the putrid odour of rotting vegetation, thoroughly disguising her scent. then she had slipped to the nearest cache, and down the throat of every catch slipped a dose of Jimson weed. hardly enough to be fatal, yet just enough to introduce interesting hallucinations and perhaps the odd seizure. 

she had completed the deed quickly and methodically, and afterwards thoroughly washed the scents from her fur. she was back, now, when darkness had lifted and light filled the land, and was enjoying her own kill a short distance from the cache, untainted, (even though Jimson Weed, in moderate doses, could be rather fun sometimes) she waited to see just which, of any, of her packmates would show up to perhaps score a meal.