Michele nearly growled at her. “I didn’t think you had monopoly over all the greenhouses in this place.” He wasn’t stupid enough to take over the large one. This tiny one had been unused and he seemed a safe distance away to escape the wrath of the shaman in taking it over. He really just wanted it because it kept things warm in winter, himself included. Plus he liked the mossy carpeting that was growing everywhere. The fact that he could grow some of his own herbs if he truly wanted was a plus. Though exactly what he would grown he wouldn’t really know. Perhaps he might ask his grandfather.

“I was simply working on some new ideas.” He waved a bloodied paw over the corpse. He really wanted the ribs, spine, leg bones, and skull. He did not do much with the skulls, he just liked how they looked all lined up. Extracting the bones he brushed off Tempest, she was totally freaking out in his opinion. Maybe she needed some of her own herbs. “I was thinking of trying to make a pan flute out of the ribs. I just need to work on my hollowing out techniques.”

The pile of bones was slowly growing with the rest of the fox being discarded in a pile. He would bury it when he finished cleaning things. Of course it might attract other things but usually the scent of fox mixed with blood warned off most things. “Can I help you?” He turned to look at the grey she-cat.