Smiling faintly, Shannon raised her head slightly, moving it towards Rolf's touch. "Nothing yet," she shook her head, reaching down to stroke Scout's fur. "I've been sleeping." She heaved a sigh, knowing there was no point in bringing up how much she hated this. Who could love being a werewolf? She'd never been one for potions before, preferring natural remedies, but they'd become a necessity. She tried to sleep her way better but it hadn't happened yet.
She twisted around on the chair, attempting to move without dislodging Scout's head. "I think it's on the top shelf," she pointed, failing to swallow a hiss as her back twinged unexpectedly.