When they got up the next morning about the "witching hour" Tosh asked Meg if she wanted to hunt as a pack. Meg agreed wholeheartedly. She'd wanted to do things together with her mate, but originally they'd hunted individually so as to cover more space, but being able to hunt as a pack was much more romantic (with just the two of them) however once the pack reached more than two members, it would be less so.
And they hunted from the early hours of the morning and knocked off at about 6AM whereupon Meg went and concocted elixirs.
Tosh went out to pay the bills and gather the mail. The tax had substantially gone down since the initial heart-attack cost of §15700 and came in only at about §5390. Still pretty sizeable to most people, but to Tosh it was a drop in the bucket. The mail consisted of Meg's books that she'd written and the precious metals that he'd sent in to get smelted. He would get rid of the iron bars at the Apothecary and see if anyone else had brought in precious metals that he could potentially buy to add to their fortune. But it was also out front by the mailbox that his transformation back to human came upon him
Meg was finding her pace as an author and was spending a lot of time on the computer writing, which as a computer whiz brought her quite a bit of happiness and the words flowed from her fingertips to the page on the computer's word processor.
They had a small dairy for milk and a henhouse for eggs and Tosh did enjoy mucking about in the garden. That probably came of being a were as they were wont to dig everywhere and what better to supply their own food and other organic needs as a greenhouse. Tosh also looked into planting their own elixir ingredients which would be a great way of not having to venture out in their lycan form. Every time they stepped off the property as werewolves was one more time that they could potentially be discovered by the Trackers. And that was a possibility, even here in Moonlight Falls. There were humans here as well and some of them had no scruples whatsoever about handing information about supernaturals over to the Trackers.
As the sun lowered on the horizon and the sky turned red with the colors of sunset, Meg, still in her lycan form, worked her wonders on the written page, writing her tome. Meg did enjoy her lycan form in some ways. The werewolves were uninhibited by more human mores and operated on a emotional gratification system. If a werewolf wanted to do something, it was going to do it and be dam*ed with the consequences. And it felt like that sort of quality flowed into her books as well when she was in her wolf form.
Tosh continued to work on perfecting his garden in the greenhouse as darkness fell. And it seemed as though the garden was achieving his objective with the addition of more plants to tend. This would certainly make it much easier.
When he was done mucking around in the garden, he came in and started on dinner.
And that dinner was vegetarian chili, with vegetables fresh directly from Tosh's garden. A feeling of satisfaction crept over him. It was a good day's work.
And the results were so delicious.
BUT HOLY BHUT JOLOKIA and Vishnu's lotus, that thing was BLEEPING HOT!!!
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