Swiftcurrent Creek dissect me with this blunt little tool

He listened to her tale, pausing in his blunt torture to allow her the time to speak. A tale of death and horror, and sadness and fear. He had beneath his claws a true victim, and had he not wished to rouse the collective disgust and terror of the Creek, he would have reared her upon blood and honey until she was a fitting sacrifice for Sos.

Lifting himself, he carried his clutch of her fur to his den. "You are bound to me now; I carry a piece of you, and should you turn upon me, or attempt to escape your time at this place, I shall kill you." He spoke the words calmly, knowing somehow she would believe him, for woe be to her if she did not, and tested the shaman.