Swiftcurrent Creek they were lovers, you see

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I'm imagining two ladies of opposing churches having a handbags at dawn moment right now.

Bazi was frightened of the wolf, but not of his threats - if apocalypse was on the cards, Lecter would have to dole it out himself, to each wolf in turn. Hackles raised and head lowered protectively, she backed away from the advancing shaman. A smarter wolf would have bolted - or shut up, and 99% of the time Bazi was that wolf.

But not when it came to... this. Blind fanaticism. Illogical, fanciful beliefs. Even a pup's innocent, loosely defined ideas about life and death and existence being anything but what they so plainly were grated on Bazi's nerves, made her nervous. In a 7-year-old adult, it was terrifying.

She should have left then, but didn't. "You are just a wolf," she told him quietly, as convinced of her words as he was of his but without the associated dramatics. "The only way I'll be struck down is if you do it yourself, with your own jaws. Your cloud wolves would have no part in it."