and you're to tell him nothing personal

The young wolf huffed with annoyance as he smiled at her. He payed no mind and listened to Lecter as he responded to his comment. He answered in the anylitcaly tone of one versed in the medicinal arts. Not surprising, seeing how the old wolf always smelled like herbs, underneath that disgusting smell he always carried. If he trained for most of his long life, then the white wolf must be well versed in healing. Good.

The sound of rustling near by made him look up as another wolf came nearby. She was young, almost Cara's age. The assassin glared at her suspiciously. She smelled of the pack, but he had not met her yet. Lecter snapped at her, just like he did to Cara. Kaname only snorted in amusement. Someone needs a nap.