Asher

"Search... search, collect with care, to aid her...."

Much like his mate Perryn, the former Tundra Asher has clearly been altered just as dramatically when following his scholarly partner into the Wyrmwound to ever be her assistant. Personally, we think he's turned out the better for it for not only is his mind much sharper than that of a frustratingly forgetful Tundra but he's not got two brains to boot!

Again like Perryn, these now twin heads also seem to exist in near perfect harmony, the former Tundra's devotion completely unchanged even in his new form when it comes to his equally morphed mate. New claws are already proving just the thing he needs to dig up, pull down, cut or even hunt for all manner of things his mate needs for her apothecary work whether she's of the mind to do any of this for herself or not. Also realize that his services to her extend to cooking as well, his many seasons as a Tundra giving him a grand sense of herbs and other plants which he then uses in culinary experiments of his own... seeing as how his new breed can literally eat all that's available.

From the sweetest wine to the most bitter tea, meats laden with salt and spice all the way to the most delicate of fragrant desserts, Asher seems to have taken it upon himself to learn how to craft these and more... usually for the express purpose of both his heads devouring said creation, often with almost unsightly gusto. Yet as usual, said meals are more intended for his mate as a way of getting her to focus on reality a bit more and even if this ploy doesn't work, at least she's not so involved that she's forgotten to eat again. Scents of all kinds now take up nearly every corner of their lair, strange and possibly toxic from hers, enticing and hopefully edible from his.

I think with all that's going on of late, we should all be grateful he's a dutiful enough chef that nothing's been left unattended to burn the whole place down. Except for that one souffle... that was tragic.