she's got something in her throat

*Lecter* · April 22, 2014, 09:19 PM

Lashing his tongue between her ears, Lecter rejoined, words a low rumble in his throat. I would expect nothing less. In truth, he did not suspect Tenzin of such things, but there was little place for Dawa upon Silvertip. The snowy monk could contribute, but Jinx would not allow fraternization between the Mount and the Vale. He would perhaps need to closet the idea for now. Having been granted the permission he would need in order to continue his own healing liasions to Xi'nuata's wolves — he refused to accept that Raheerah truly ruled — Lecter could turn his mind to other things.

You are not wrong to distrust them, he said, playfully preening upon her good humour. Perhaps we need only to separate them from one another, and impress upon them the true ways. He was reminded of Sos' words, and his odd meeting with the Warden of Swiftcurrent, weeks past. Sos came to me in a vision. He demands blood sacrifice. Icewater eyes grew distant. One of our kind, though I am not sure from which pack we should draw.

Sos' words must become an inevitability, at least to the shaman, though he knew Jinx's own beliefs in the Dark One ran deeply. A wolf must be found who pleased the God; young, sound of heart and foot and loin; blood must be shed in the saltwater beneath the glare of a full moon.

For if it was not done, then Lecter did not know if the Great Bear would show His face favourably upon Silvertip. If this was to be his last sacrifice, then the pale shaman would do well in the sight of his Lord.