Northstar Vale helena

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The great beast did not pursue; he halted, breath unfurling in a growl toward Lecter. The shaman flashed his own yellowed fangs, but he whirled as the Vale wolf lunged in a last warning, teeth clicking on empty air with the promise of injury.

Far from ashamed, the pale wolf fled his would-be killer, fervent prayers rising to Sos in thanks that he should be spared another day. Indeed, by the time that he was out of eyeshot of the other, only a brief irritation scoured his gut, and it was simply because he had failed to take any of the sage with him.

Lecter returned to the Creek at dusk, a limp gilding his step, and retired immediately to his dusty hollow, to live till another morning as granted by his god.