Kintla Flatlands Dirty vibe

lmfao perry amuses me

Lecter watched, amused, as the stranger picked up the muskrat, but the slant of his body denied interest in the fetish. Into the river it was dropped, and the shadow cast a glance in the shaman's direction. In answer, Lecter gave a loud round of mocking, rusted laughter; yes, drop the fetish into the water that ran beside the Plateau. It would be washed away, but hopefully not until one of Peregrine's own had a chance to drink from the river.

And if such failed, Lecter would go against his word, and bring more fetishes. Or perhaps he would send Tyrande, or Sitri. He did not intend to steal prey or herbs from the Blacktail wolves; his was a spiritual war, and he met the male's eyes brazenly before turning and breaking into a wolf-trot that carried him swiftly away.

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