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Their dynamic had undergone several changes over the past months, but Lecter remembered vividly the bright-eyed, fierce girl he had mentored, and how with pride he had watched her blossom into a fiery paragon of spirituality, a fitting tribute for the eye of any God.

He was not surprised to know that the young Kesuk planned to leave. She had chafed below Fox; Jinx was not made to serve others. It tried her patience, reduced her to a brooding shell of what she could have been. Add to that the encroachment of the Vale — Lecter was removed from the rest of the Creek but he was not so distant that he did not listen to the gossip of the other wolves — and the death of her children due to Fox's foolish choices, and he too would have longed to leave.

Though Sos had marked the pups for His own, for death, Lecter felt that in some small way Jinx had grieved their passing. Though he too mourned them, the pale witch had sent a small prayer of thanks to the Dark One that He had taken them early; he would not have wished to watch Jinx slay them, and for all her strength of mind and body, he did not know if she could have done it.

Slowly, the madman moved toward her, drawn inexorably by the glow of her eyes and the stance of her body. Eventually, with a familiarity that caused him to sigh with contentment, Lecter reached for Jinx, seeking to draw her into an embrace, one that had too long been neglected. "I am yours to command, Jinx, for as long as I have breath. Of course I will follow."