Blackfoot Forest A flock of metal creatures fleeing the onslaught of rust

Had Lecter had his way, every wolf who followed him would be Chosen of Sos, given over to black arts, sacrifice, death. He understood Jinx's desire for balance, however, and respected the beliefs with which she sought to imbue Bon Dye. The girl before him did not know enough of the Loa to have chosen already, in his opinion, but Lecter did not comment upon this, giving only a soft, dismissive chuff in response.

His attentions were set upon her bicolored eyes; the wolf with whom he had fought had also been gifted — or cursed — with the same mismatch of hue. "Perhaps," Lecter answered after a span of heartbeats. "Those who walk with two spirits in one body are often said to be vessels for the dead. They are able to cross between the worlds of the living and the deceased easily, and with no ill effects. Even for a shaman who has had long years of practice, this is a difficult feat."He appraised her intently. "And they are young; the older one becomes, the less their abilities develop. Why are you out here alone?" Lecter inquired coldly, for while he did not fear the shrieking of foxes and spirits in the wood, he would not have chosen to be alone where the dead potentially walked.

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