Wapun Meadow the lambs were screaming

Lecter was too taken with his daughter's continued existence in the foul world to correct her piping praise of Sos, though his jaw tightened somewhat. But perhaps He had not discarded Clarice; the girl had always traveled a straight path, a narrow path, carved out no doubt by the Dark One himself. The pale shaman watched his pet oddity clean the foxblood from her chestfur for a moment; she was at once both the same and changed.

"How did you find your way here?" he inquired softly, fighting the foreign urge to embrace her and chastise her for ever leaving his side.

"Jinx has come as well," Lecter proffered; perhaps the name would evoke the more pleasant memories of her childhood.

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