Silver Moraine deceiver says: you belong to me

yikaas limped back to the silver webbing where he had snared his quarries. the girl's teeth had savaged his wrist so badly it would keep him from the hunt for a time. 

being hurt enraged yikaas, but as he stepped between them, he found self-control. the girl was awake; he flicked his eyes between them, he saw the great familiarity.

the caribou man crouched beside the man, muzzle wrinkling to catch the grey-green scent of infection. 

hard slate eyes found the new one, the strange girlish creature who had lacerated his arm. "give name," yikaas commanded in his thick lanzadoii accent, lifting lip to flash a promise of more pain at her.