Swiftcurrent Creek i won't be on long enough

Njal arrived first, appearing hale beneath his gunmetal pelt. Ferdie was the second to follow, his haggard appearance provoking a low scoff from Lecter; it appeared his ministrations had been all for naught.

Fox's fiery frame stepped into view; she dismissed her wolves casually, with a confidence Lecter had not before seen in her, and her gently mocking purr brought a smile to his own lips. "Yes, the madman crooned, tossing the rabbit toward her. Lecter was aware that she would not eat the kit; he was not a trustworthy individual, but he did not see fit to combat her assumptions.

Ears inclined forward as Fox spoke of an encroaching Silvertip wolf who seemed stupid to the ear. He had not personally met the creature, but dipped his muzzle to the fireflame all the same. Were it his decision, he would have left Majesty to the mercy of the Swiftcurrent wolves, but it was not. The choice belonged to Jinx, though he had faith in his lover's swiftly meted justice toward those who would not listen. "I will speak with Majesty myself," Lecter muttered, a mad gleam lighting his eyes. "I do not believe he will come here again."