Sometimes I Snore

"Don't get too bothered by it, I don't think it's personal. I find it a rather... 'endearing' trait of his."

The dark wolf morphed from the background, carrying a single, lumpy and shallow clay bucket in her mouth.The toxicologist set the pot down, revealing with what seemed to be wild ginger. The strong scent however, caused the she-wolf to all of a sudden inhale too deep, and went into shaking spasms of sneezes.

Turning, she spewed her germs away from the wolves. Tyrande had gone unnoticed for several days by her pack, which was fine by her. It wasn't that she was avoiding them- well, maybe partly, considering the new alpha and beta very-most-likely-probably would rather like her dead- but she had had several jobs to do. She had spent hours preparing to move her items for when Lecter passed(since, by his words, she was chosen to deal with his possessions after death). She had spent several days clearing and searching for whatever hemlock was left in the lake, and finally, spent the rest clearing out a golden plant that Lecter had asked her to remove. Regardless that it was just a sapling, and by the fact it did indeed turn out to be the toxic Laburnum, it was still a tree.

In fact, that was what the alchemist was currently doing: Getting rid of hemlock. She had a decent amount of stock, and it was an extremely dangerous plant. She had covered the pot with a top layer of ginger to shoo away and curious noses, should she have happened to set it down. She had finalized on riding towards a far mountain to destroy them, away from the pack, and out of mind, as long as no one came along to investigate...

In the duration her spasms with a writhing and pitiful submission ritual to Kaname, and, surprisingly, seemed fine with it. One could guess being a beta or alpha made you a more respectable person in her books. Er, bones.