Swiftcurrent Creek In the Shadow of Doubt (IC Joining)

She spoke, but he did not care for her tone, her stance, nor the smirk that coloured her face. "It would seem you are as stupid as you are invasive," he muttered, though a dark smile of his own rose to haunt his face grotesquely. Fox and Bazi had made no move toward him, and Lecter continued in this same vein.

He was still for a moment. The smell of her blood would rise hotly in his nostrils, and perhaps Sos would bless him for the sacrifice. The redwolf had made no move to stop him; meat taken from the borders was the same as taking it from the collective mouth of the Creek.

"Get up," he commanded. She was hale, and perhaps even mad, given her lack of true submission in the face of three wolves, and countless others — she knew not how strong they reigned.

Before she had presumably complied, Lecter suddenly leapt at her, silently, teeth glittering. She would defend, or he would teach her a lesson in border etiquette before asking Fox if he could have her for his own purposes.