Blackwater Islands the insane clown posse is just the clown posse to the joker

The rasp tone of the wolf Isangrim was coming to recognize as Mother made the boy raise his still soft head, bleary eyes peering at her from the scrunch of his little muzzle.

His toes hit the ground with a wet slap, and Isangrim’s eyes followed it, before he whipped his head back towards the Listener, mouth wide and gaping, as though decrying the outrage that was his paw leaving his mouth. He was eating that, not dropping it!