excessivelyalive:
“I guess that’s a relief. Interesting code of conduct.” Miriam has a fondness for all things, with little sense of preference. Things are good. Things are good until they are bad and then she takes them upon herself as a strange and uncomfortable burden. “I try to give everyone at least a chance. Where it goes from there is sort of up in the air, though.”
After all, she’s met people that she just hasn’t liked. There have been people who have filled her with such discomfort that she felt it necessary to defend herself. Granted, Katherine seemed to have a way of weeding out problems before Miriam herself noticed them. Others, though, have fallen into her curses, and it has never turned out well for them.
Miriam chooses to watch, eyebrows raised and expression contemplative. Eventually though, she finds that being on the ground isn’t going to do anything.
“I think I’m going to get a better vantage point.” With that, she’s grabbing the lowest branch of a gnarled tree, hoisting herself into it with ease. Miriam climbs trees like some people ride bikes, with a particular ease that suggests muscle memory. “I don’t know if our scent is going to trip them out, though. Most wolves I know don’t like to be around people. It makes them anxious. So what’s the plan there?”
"The wolves aren't normal. They want to attack us. They want to hunt us." With ease she joins Miriam in the trees and slips into the foliage. Watching with sharp and eager eyes as aforementioned wolves are drawn in to the scent of blood. Watches them take the bait and swallow down the sleep drugged meat with a tiny smirk. It's always so pleasing when a plan simply fell into place with little to no effort. It was only a pack of two sadly.
She would need to keep going. She needed plenty leftover for herself, and not just for a saint reviving.
"They want to hurt us, so they'll be drawn to us. We'll need to work quick to gather. That's why i'm only taking Tail fur."








