Sea Lion Shores his pulse never got above eighty-five

@Sitri & @Kaname, if one of you/both of you want. lecter is going to be placing fetishes and poisoned things in the sand where the WGI wolves would emerge, to curse them. Set for tomorrow afternoon.

He had taken the day to drag down various fetishes to the shore, but the effort had exhausted him, and set him to panting whilst his foreleg throbbed in pain. Gingerly, he bathed the wound in saltwater, hissing at the brief stab of agony, and surveyed what he had brought. They were bodies similar to those he had scattered across the flatlands, though smaller — rats, mice — all decapitated and stuffed with herbs. However, he had left some ways behind him a stillborn fawn, and this he had laced with nightshade.

Rousing himself, Lecter limped back to guard his grisly trophy, lifting his voice in a summons for the two of Silvertip he trusted most, save for Jinx. Surely they would aid him in his goals, and be rewarded for it by Sos.

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