Knowing that there was someone now who depended on his being able to protect her; not that she wasn't able to protect herself, but the fact that one's mate was the only way that one passed on the genetic line to one's offspring. Meg now became his the whole meaning of his existence; and he would protect her with his life. So he studied everything that he could in order to get a leg up on the Trackers and he knew they were coming.
The Trackers couldn't afford to let up on the hunt for the two escaped weres, not while the government was pressuring them to find them and eliminate them. Humans were, by nature, suspicious of anyone different than them - they'd caused wars over minute differences between them, but a whole different species of being than them who were sentient and had a wish to pursue life goals and objectives; oh, no, to a human that wasn't possible or tolerated. Weres and all supernaturals had to hide in enclaves to protect themselves or they would be slaughtered. There was no other choice.
Honing up his skills on alchemy was a start. There were potions and elixirs that could be utilized as weapons. And the potential for them needing to be used as such was necessary, should the Trackers show up in Moonlight Falls. Tosh had killed before over the skies of Iraq when Iraqis had sent up MiG 29s. At least one of the MiG pilots he'd downed had not popped a chute before inpacting on the desert floor below. So could he kill again if the Trackers decided to come calling? With Meg's life on the line, you'd be right if you thought he could. With all that was running through his mind, he read up on everything that he possibly could, and worked out his frustrations on the board breaker, breaking something
Meg did her share of trying to get her skills up in alchemy and frankly she had more time to master Alchemy than Tosh did as Tosh was trying to round out his acumen in other skills as well. It meant that Tosh would have to pick and choose where to spread the time that he had in training.
Both found that athletic training was essential. If they found themselves in a situation where they were outnumbered, they would have to make a run for it. And what was the use of running if they couldn't run long enough to make the escape. They wouldn't be of much use to the other if they couldn't run 50 meters without gasping like a beached whale.
But of course, in all that, Meg and Tosh made the time to spend with one another. Even with all the stresses bearing down on them, they had to. It was important for their relationship to do so. And Tosh made some vegetarian chili so that they could enjoy dinner together (Don't ask me why a werewolf is eating vegetarian chili; the Creator has no clue - maybe he's one of those New Age...health-conscious werewolves...something like in those Twilight movies maybe...) But anyways...he didn't realize just how hot the ghost chilies were and well...
...that was a three-alarm fire in his throat.
Meg being from Texas was a little more enured to the heat of those ghost chilis and took it in stride.
Meg tried her hand at concocting some elixirs and did a pretty good job at it.
Fall had definitely come to Moonlight Falls and Tosh and Meg were slowly hitting their stride with prepping themselves.
And it was good that they were doing so, because they would need every bit of skill that they could have.
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