Pack
Particles of ash lifted and formed a gray cloud, blinding him momentarily, clogging his throat and nasal passages.
Shaking his head, he sought to clear his senses, but while the dust drifted away, drawn back to the pile, he couldn't shake loose the foreboding sense he'd done something monumentally stupid. And gross. I just snorted a dead werewolf vampire. Hopefully it wouldn't act like cocaine and render him crazier than he already was.
Alas, a drug-induced haze didn't ensue, nor did he suddenly start seeing butterflies or rainbows. He did have an urge to sneeze again, though, but he held it in as someone approached.