Swiftcurrent Creek dissect me with this blunt little tool

Tyrande spoke, but without the fear he had come to associate with her, and Lecter turned to give the girl a hard stare. "Come here." He ordered her with alacrity, not at all caring that she held a place within Swiftcurrent's ranks; for all intents and purposes, the woman belonged to him, and him alone. Fox's gift for her beloved shaman, he joked to himself.

Awaiting her obedience, the madman thought of what else he would amuse himself with before returning her to Fox and the redwolf's mercy, and what Fox would do with Tyrande. She was not a cruel creature; perhaps she would elevate the dark woman, as she had served her time.