Swiftcurrent Creek 500 ways to use a carcass

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Bazi had not expected that. Given Jace's age, she hadn't thought there would be much of a back-story beyond the fact that his father had suffered from uncontrollable rage, and these things ran in the family.

"Oh," the girl replied, barely above a whisper. She imagined harming her own siblings - Mari's sweet face swam into view for the first time in months, but time had dulled the memory of his features. "Right, well.. well done, then. For restraining yourself." Suddenly she felt awkward. If Jace had been capable of murder at six months, what would he be like at two years, when testosterone joined the party?

The pale wolf lowered her head back towards the carcass, grabbing hold of the tattered neck. "Let's cut this into pieces," Bazi grumbled around a mouthful of fresh meat, curiosity gone, eager now for a change of subject or even just silence. She wanted time to ponder this new information. It wasn't worth telling Fox - not without permission. Jace would never trust her again, and the way he described his hair-trigger rage made it sound a lot closer than she had previously thought - bubbling behind those friendly, placid eyes like a black soup.

They worked in silence after that.