Even though she had been in her new home for but a day wanderlust had gripped her and the inky woman had left her lands, careful to disguise her scent with a chilly ocean bath and a mixture of lavender and mint ran over her fur. The smell was pretty, but a bit strong for the ebony temptress's taste. She left her slave within the lands but had saddled up Valhalla and scented him too, though he was less happy to go through an ocean bath then she was. After they had left their thistle kingdom they had swam up creek, scenting themselves yet again to remove any traces of Salsola from their fur. The morning was dismal at best, but Alessandra had high hopes for the day. Her mission was to gather herbs and flowers and whatnot, uproot them, and then bring them back for Salsola's garden.
The normally sullen and withdrawn coywolf sat atop her warhorse, absently braiding his long black mane that was a trademark to the heavily built Friesian horses. A soft smile adorned her bleached muzzle as she busied her hands but kept her eyes glued to the ground. Her gaze sifted through the underbrush, separating weeds and grasses from the more important plants, such as yarrow and meadowsweet. Her mission was too find some pennyroyal and aloe vera, the pennyroyal was to be added to her dwindling supplies of poisons. She did enjoy mixing the poisons and applying it to her weapons, but usually they took a long time to set in and in the case she did have to attack she wanted it ended quickly, not drawn out, although it would give her pleasure to see them suffer.
The female was drawn out of her thoughts by a different scent entering the area, and Valhalla's ears swiveled in the direction before them and he pranced forward, letting out a high pitched whinny. Tightening her reins, Alessandra clucked her tongue briskly and had him back under control before he could take off with her. This kind of reaction was only one that he gave when sensing another horse, the scent of which was floating through the air to them right now. From what she could smell it was a male horse with a female luperci, and under her skull she sighed inwardly. Alessandra wasn't looking for company, but a hand floated to her throwing knives just in case the female before them wasn't friendly.