Duck Lake Manifest Destiny

Potema was silent, but she felt a blaze of annoyance and anger at the woman's sympathetic eyes. Pity came too late for her. Her eye was far gone. No magic could return it, not that she knew of. She didn't want people to feel bad for her, even if it was well-meaning. But Potema pushed the feeling aside, for the woman was answering her question.

The answer was no. Maybe. She was not a priestess, but a Speaker. A boring job. No gods to speak to, only to the dead. The dead prey was not something she thought was worth speaking to, after all, they were prey and had served their purpose. The ghosts of wolves, past friends and enemies were different, for at least then she had something interesting to say to them.

But what got her attention was the afterlife this Speaker spoke of. "Are you Void-touched, then?" She had heard the expression before, and instantly assumed it referred to people who spoke to the dead. After all, the Void was where everyone went after life. To join with the Dread Father, Sithis. "I wasn't that hungry, you can have it."