treat Catherine better than the world has treated you

Yes, Lecter purled pleasantly to Sitri, and to Tyrande, he proffered a flat no. These animals are fresh, and stuffed with herbs. I removed their entrails. They shall be a sweet smell in the nostrils of the Plateau wolves. They are harmless. Rousing himself, the shaman gathered as many small bodies into his maw as possible and began his trek down from the Mount, expecting that the two would follow with the remainder of the fetishes and the bodies that Lecter had left whole.

With single-minded intent, the madman headed for the flatlands, into the small dip where he had first encountered the blackfur. Setting down his burden, he surveyed the distant border of the rival pack, and then cast a glance behind himself to appraise where Sitri and Tyrande were.

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