Lecter had returned to his poppies.
Since the conflict with the Wheeling Gull wolves, Jinx had retreated into a confusion that quickly birthed itself into open madness, coupled with excessive drooling and a sort of amnesia even his constant reminders could not stem. He followed her helplessly, at a distance; he had seen the effects of the disease that consumed his mate, and knew it would only end in death.
Long nights had he spent in fevered racking of his herbal supplies, until what little he had found he had ground into the earth and spit upon in a fit of rage. These small leaves, their withered blooms; they would not help Jinx. They would not save the one for whom his heart beat.
Lecter had called to her, had murmured words only for ears he feared were quickly becoming deaf to him, to all of Silvertip. He had raised his voice to Sos, to Lynx; the madman had pleaded and demanded that They save the slyph, restore her to her former self. But they did not listen.
He had taken it upon himself, then, to ingest the poppy, but with it he mixed a small amount of a black spore discovered beneath the light of a full moon. This, he had discovered, once the sickness and fainting had passed, slowed the rhythm of his heart, almost dangerously so. But coupled with the poppyseed, it was a gentle haze into which he settled. Eventually, the carefully separated portions of the mushroom would kill him, but for now his breath belonged to Jinx.
He would not exist without her, for his life was entwined inexorably with her own, and if she fell, his life would be forfeit. Therefore, Lecter would perform upon himself the last rites, and direct himself in service of whatever ailing need she required, until she breathed her last and he was free to do the same.
Grieving, he trailed after her at a distance, hackles prickling when he saw her approached by three females of the pack. Lengthening his stride, Lecter emerged among them, icewater eyes sweeping from one to the other. He stepped into Jinx's shadow, somehow seeking to shield his beloved from their pitying, fearful gazes, though he was forced to remain tense in the event his Jinx turned with baleful eye and tooth upon him.