Ever since the incident by the lake involving that damned turtle, Neha had been taking it easy. Raised with a wealth of medical knowledge in mind, she was well off in tending to her wounds. The injury to her paw was still sore, scabbed over while the tissue beneath attempted to heal itself. For good measure, she kept close to the infirmary, should an infection flare up. There at least, the herbs she needed would be within easy reach.

Though tender, she was feeling well enough now to roam more freely, albeit with a slight limp. Her spirits, unsurprisingly, were sour. There was so much grief the Keep had gone through in such a short period of time. She was ready to snap at the slightest annoyance. Fate it seemed, just wasn't gonna let them have a break. The ruckus coming from the plethora of crows was downright maddening. Enough for her to emerge from the communal den and do something about it. The scene she came upon made her blood boil and her body quiver with anger. The filth were raiding their caches, picking them dry! And they seemed hellbent on draining each precious scrap of meat that remained. Elias was there, desperately trying to drive the crows away or catch one. Ramiel soon appeared, with a fresh catch of his own. From her hidden position deeper in the brush, she shook her head at their efforts...they were going about it all wrong. They were in plain view, charging openly. She, by contrast, deployed an entirely different method. "Miserable fuckin bastards..." She swore with bared teeth while marching out into the open, quite casually. Strategically, she headed to the nearest cache. Some distance from it, enough so that the crows would disregard her as a threat, she laid down. But the give away to her intent was all in her posture; legs tensed, body tight and ears pricked. With a flick of her eyes towards the males, she hissed. "Drive them towards me."

As Elias charged, the crows took flight, scattering in all directions. She wasn't counting on that, but a small number of them did ultimately flutter her way. Muscles tensed, she waited until at least one of them was close enough. When one black feathered wing came within inches of her grasp, she sprung up from her flattened position, like a coiled snake striking it's prey. She was agile as she twisted mid jump, jaws clacking around the avian body with a crunch. With a few hard shakes, the crow was nothing more than a limp body. But it's many comrades were wiser, scattering in a flurry of black feathers.

She dropped her victim, spitting in disgust. She glared at the mob, seemingly just as big as ever. At first, her plan had seemed like a good idea. Use the element of surprise to take the crows by surprise. That went well. Her jaws clenched, lips peeled in anger and frustration. "We'll never get rid of them all this way, but I had to try." She grumbled, displeased with her failed plan of action. Allowing her anger to simmer, she lowered herself to her haunches, observing the chaotic scene with an eerie sense of contemplation. A new plan formulated in her head; one that made her facial features go dark...grim. She turned to Elias and Ramiel. "I can only think of one other way to get rid of them, guaranteed." She fixed them with a stern, level gaze. "But, you aren't going to like it."

The chaotic mass of crows she left to their own devices...for now. Turned towards Elias and Ramiel, with a plot brewing inside of her skull, the mob may as well not even exist. What were once youthful, delicate features now were chiseled and darkened. After they both expressed their openness to hearing her plan, she fixed them with a stern glare and uttered but one word. "Poison."

The lapse in silence she allowed was only for a moment or two, since she knew that neither wolf was likely to be nearly as knowledgeable in the field of herbs and medicine as she was. She set her jaw and elaborated further. "I grew up studying plants and the purposes they may serve. Both medicinal and toxic." The skin around her semi sunken eyes crinkled as she revealed what some may consider, a radical measure. "What little is left in the caches...we taint it. Leave it to the crows, then start over." In dire straits, sometimes controversial steps had to be taken. But poisoning their own caches? This was a step that the old Neha would have never even considered. But time had hardened her, stripped her of her innocence and left in it's wake a wolf with a darker side. As disturbing as her train of thought may be to some, it was perfectly sound to her. The caches were nearly depleted anyways, and with three wolves against dozens of crows, soon nothing would be left. And if they did return with a fresh catch, the opportunistic birds, as smart as they were, would just as soon dig that up again. They were the root of the problem. Eliminating them was the only solution. "I didn't think I would need it, but just in case, I stocked some Cowbane in the infirmary. It's highly toxic...it shuts down the nervous system. I know how to handle it safely enough to do what would need to be done. If you are on board, I will instruct you as we proceed."