Swiftcurrent Creek In the Shadow of Doubt (IC Joining)

Last post for me! I'll start a new one for us a bit later.

Lecter returned Fox's smirk, and mouthed the stranger's name to himself: Tyrande. Icewater eyes watched the departure of their leader, and then returned themselves to the cringing woman. "I am not going to call you by your name. You will answer to whatever title I give you."

With that, he reached down to grab the new Creek wolf's scruff, not harshly enough to harm her or break the skin, but firmly, to enforce his dominance over her.

Heading in the direction of his gloom-ridden den, the shaman dragged his new slave alongside himself, a last cackle seeping out through his mouthful of flesh and fur.