Lob was growing heady in the apothecary, so many smells were making it hard for him to focus. Thankfully, the sister was kind enough to lead him to the others. As an act of kindness, he gave the flowers he used to find the apothacary to her as he had heard the bard tell in tales before. 

Not finding comfort on the tables, he took to hang from a rafter and listening to all while watching to see who would be alphas or betas in this new pack. When the alpha female left, he reached down and took her plate to begin licking it clean. He would proceed to do this to all others plates as they finished them off for traces of food or even the cooking grease unless he was stopped. It had been one of his ways to earn his place in the old pack to 'make round clean' so he thought to do the same here as well.

“Hugh!”

He heard the alpha female call, bringing him to attention. Just in time for the one of death to be pulled through a window. In full brachidation, Lob swung and flung himself out the now opened window past the two fighting. Looking around he could see the pack was being attacked by another tribe. In his tribes he was the best climber so he got high as fast as he could. Seeing a hunter on the roof of the smelly place, he moved with as much ease as any child climbing on rocks as he was soon two stories up from the ground to the first beam of the overhanding sign to the wood beam siding and up again to sink nails into the roof beam. 

Hanging under the roof, he was past the field of vision of being seen by the archer who thought himself so clever to lay down with his crossbow to steady his aim. A great green grabber got the grafter and glommed the guile from the gable. The attack was sudden, but not enough for the archer to not fire the loaded bolt into the limb reaching for him before all went black.

As the archer fell to the ground below, Lob looked at the arrow in his arm.

[color=007236]"...ow."[/color]