Angier Lyall had to owe it to himself. He had done it; or rather, Danton had done it. He had gained entry into the territory guarded by the wolves of Grizzly Hollow, the mate and followers of his brother and rival Borden. He had spat in their faces and lied in front of his family, and Danton was not about ready to push his luck any further than it already had. If he, or even Jaysyek, could persuade Borden that he could stay for as long as the winter was cold, he was willing to make himself useful to buy himself time for the misdeeds he was waiting to carry out.

In the past few days he had only seen Taima, the girl he had first stumbled upon in this neck of the woods, and the few times he had seen glimpses of her, she merely continued about her business or dismissed him completely as she headed toward the boundaries of their home. He assumed her siblings were still wary of him or blissfully unaware that he was around. Now was not the time to snatch his niece away anyhow; he was certain the memory of their first meeting still stood out fresh in her mind and it would be hard to convince her to come away with him. Especially since she seemed to constantly had rebellious plans of her own. In fact, now was the time to keep his distance, to build a reputation with a pack to render himself as indispensable, a resource... An irreplaceable member. Maybe then he could draw Taima's interest.

Leading the way through the forest and out to where the open sky hung over their heads in place of crooked branches, Angier escorted the shy woman across packland borders. By request, she asked if they could gather hellebore, and so south they went. He watched her out of the corner of his eye every now and then, not at all fazed whenever she drew closer at the sound of something as unexpected as the fleeing of a lesser creature. He meant to stop and thoroughly search the edges of the Marsh but something told him that it was a waste of time; Elettra's pack might have already picked the place clean. Drawing out a sigh, he picked up the pace as they edged about the tree line near the Lagoon. He only managed to slow his steps when the scent of blossoms picked at his senses. Somewhere around here there ought to be a suitable specimen for the herbs that the woman required.

Pulling away from her for the fifth or sixth time, he padded about the clearing, his charcoal nose dragging along the ground. "I assume ya know what hellebore looks like?" he tossed out, not even bothering to look at her as he brushed the frost white covering aside with his paws to make his way through the places where the snow was thick. "Or how it smells like? Shouldn't need a lot of it lest ya wan' yer patient t' upchuck an' get sicker." He cast a glance over his shoulder, a brow raised in anticipation for her answer.