Swiftcurrent Creek I long to be loyal

Bazi stopped and turned to look him straight in the eye. "Exactly. Exactly that. I didn't think it was that bad when I first met him - he took me to the coast, offered me fish.. he was as civilised as you like, but someone that believes in fantasies like that.." She nodded to confirm his question, but added, "And yours, too."

She was starting to sound like a little like her mother. It was nigh impossible to live in a pack that had come about solely as a reaction against fanaticism and not be affected, however young. Her skepticism was deep-rooted, born of fear and hardened by constant reinforcement. The more she saw of believers, regardless of faction, the more convinced she was that they were lunatics.

The creek was close now. She hadn't asked Jace if he was any good at fishing, but there was always land-based game to find. "He said he was a Viking wolf, from the north, and something about 'Odinn', and 'Valhalla'. Apparently that's where the cougar child would go - after he crushed its tiny neck, of course, because that makes total sense," Sarcasm wasn't normally Bazi's game, but every word was thick with it now. "Sound familiar?"