Duck Lake nothing left to lose

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Lecter was not prepared for the approach of the young wolf, but hid it well as the child drew near. At the insolent tone in the boy's voice, the shaman turned, carrying the duck from the shallows onto the bank. He had little respect for children, and even less for those children who believed them the equal of adults.

The shaman knew fully who this boy was — Jinx's little pet — but he had not seen fit to ever meet the child. Setting down the duck, taking a protective stance over it in the event that Ira intended youthful asshattery foolishness, icewater eyes glared down at the child.

"Yes," he purred, his voice the rasp of oiled silk against cold rock. "And you are the little one she found ripped from his mother's tit too early." In truth, Lecter did not know or care by what series of events Jinx had found her brat, only that she had clearly not taught him how to behave in a seemly fashion.