Let's study biology

Syanna rifled through the castle's pharmaceutical stores with keen eyes and deft paws, looking for nothing in particular and simply taking inventory of everything the pack had in their arsenal. Just like the weapons in the armory, a well-stocked pharmacy could be the difference between life and death to a critical patient. Knowing what herbs and medicines they had on hand as well as where they were located would make a world of difference. The stores hadn't been terribly disorganized to begin with, but Gwynevere was only one wolf, and given that she had been the sole healer for the Hallows for some time, things had naturally begun to fall into disarray. Syanna moved from shelf to shelf, sorting fresh and dried herbs apart based on their medicinal properties. Painkillers, anti-inflammatories, birthing aids and contraceptives (she made a special mental note of these), sedatives, astringents, diuretics, the list went on. Disappointingly, the castle seemed to have a lack of recreational substances, but that was something she could correct on her own time.

The pharmacy was quiet, silence disturbed only by the occasional shuffle of leaves or clatter of glass vials being moved and rearranged by the vixen-esque fae hard at work. She had just finished moving her scant amount of personal items into Ezra's room, the two now cohabitating at his insistence and her delight, but she just couldn't bear to be in there without him when he was running his patrols and training. Not only did his scent over everything make her heat flare up like a furnace, but the room was just so... empty. It was as if Ezra's bachelor pad had been devoid of anything that wasn't functional: just a bed and his armor dropped beside the door. She scowled as she considered the space once more; she would definitely need to bring a woman's touch to his life. After she finished doing future Syanna and Gwyn a favor by sorting this into a more rigid system.

"Syanna Alluráin"