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her terror was rampant, tangible, but shardul took no notice. "eat," said he, thrusting a dead bird in her direction. he himself lifted the other and lay across the mouth of the den, gazing out at the rainstorm as he plucked the goose contentedly and sank his teeth into the yielding flesh beyond. once his immediate hunger had been quelled, shardul lifted a massive paw to his jaws and began to clean his claws of the avian blood. "i shall keep thee alive in return for your servitude to me," the panther informed his prisoner. "thou shalt use thy pitiful appearance to charm prey from wolves, or garner their sympathy and distraction, that i might strike them down. i wish to rid the land of their kind -- obviously this is not easily done, or attainable, but i shalt have my vengeance upon them all the same."

he paused in his grooming to level his shining eyes at the pup. "in return, thou shalt have my protection and meat from my kills. if thou dost not consent, i shall kill thee, and think nothing of it." his tone was cunning, cold, the voice of one who slaughters without a moment's thought for the victim's pain, and in the next moment shardul had returned to his silent preening.