Lecter counted silently through his store of dried herbs, pleased to note that none of them had been depleted in his absence. But the necessity of hoarding the precious plants was never ended, and so the shaman roused himself to depart into the gloom of his roundabout forest.

The borders loomed ahead, and icewater eyes caught sight of a shadow slipping boldly into claimed land. The shaman's interest was diverted; from his downwind cover, he watched. Fox was usually upon the borders — he wondered why it was the redwolf had not caught sight of the interloper.

For several moments he watched her, until intrigue seized hold of him and Lecter broke from the undergrowth silently, hackles raised. Blotched with black blood, eyes glittering madly, he was terrifying to behold, and stride lengthened to quicken himself toward the invader.

He had been silent as he drew close to the interloper; not a sound had broken from the madman. Drawing up as the stranger fell to the ground, Lecter gave a dark snarl, bristling, shouldering the other roughly even as teeth snapped before her face; her eyes burned hotly and with a tail flung high the man demanded that she lower them.

"You are truly a fool," he growled in a low tone meant only for the other's ears. "It has been long since my God delivered a sacrifice unto me, and now I shall paint this wood with your blood."

A mad laugh bubbled from the shaman; he circled her, icewater eyes glowing with savagery. The scents of Fox and Bazi floated into his awareness, but they went quite ignored as he stood over the invading woman, inviting her words, her attack.

She spoke, but he did not care for her tone, her stance, nor the smirk that coloured her face. "It would seem you are as stupid as you are invasive," he muttered, though a dark smile of his own rose to haunt his face grotesquely. Fox and Bazi had made no move toward him, and Lecter continued in this same vein.

He was still for a moment. The smell of her blood would rise hotly in his nostrils, and perhaps Sos would bless him for the sacrifice. The redwolf had made no move to stop him; meat taken from the borders was the same as taking it from the collective mouth of the Creek.

"Get up," he commanded. She was hale, and perhaps even mad, given her lack of true submission in the face of three wolves, and countless others — she knew not how strong they reigned.

Before she had presumably complied, Lecter suddenly leapt at her, silently, teeth glittering. She would defend, or he would teach her a lesson in border etiquette before asking Fox if he could have her for his own purposes.

She evaded him by some method of trickery, and he whirled to close his teeth a scant few inches from her tail. Whimpers arose, pleas for lenience, and Lecter was pleased; now she was filled with fear. Now she would know that he alone was her god. Fox would not save her.

And Lecter was not inclined toward mercy, not when this woman had fired the primal bloodlust that had made him the beast he was today. Her backing steps were greeted with a growl, and when she lowered, a long flicker of laughter mocked her.

"Mercy? Mercy, when you wished to fight only mere moments ago? No. I shall not give you mercy." His eyes glittered, beginning to trace the curves of her body with what appeared to be a masculine interest — but those who knew Lecter would understand his intent.

"I will give you a chance to redeem yourself. You will come with me. And you will submit. Otherwise I shall slay you here, and then I will feast upon your flesh and take your skull back to my den. What do you say?" the shaman purred conversationally, circling her lest she try to evade him.

As he had hoped, and assumed, the girl submitted, taking the option he had given her. A fond, triumphant cast of his eyes was given Fox as she approached, granting him ownership of the situation — Lecter smirked. Intentions were already illustrating themselves within his mind, and he circled 'round her to his leader's side, though remained close enough to lunge for the woman, should she attempt to escape.

"I want her skin," Lecter hummed, though perhaps it was only loud enough for Fox to hear.