Shadowwyn Moor Don't you know it is just the chemicals in our veins that causes pain?

Shadowpaw did not miss how the presence of this ghost talker evoked polite, deferential reverence from the barbaric ebony man. He was like Jekyll and Hyde… did the holy man know how his acolytes acted? Or was he just as cruel and violent as his constituents?

She pondered this this until the herder spoke his intentions.

It dawned on her that ghost talker and river walker were the same wolf.

Wife!!!

Shadowpaw began to think of all the hideous ways she would inflict pain upon the shepherds.

Disemboweling. De-sexing. Nail-pulling.

Starclan will rule over Saatsine, she silently vowed. I will take your children. I will make you suffer. And then I will kill you.

The cleric stooped down to inspect his new acquisition as Shadowpaw was gently presented to him.

But the rivergirl’s face was anything but kind. Her hard lemon-yellow stare, filled with vitriol, watched the man until the whites or her eyes were like two crescent moons. The look of a dog just before it bit the hand that tried to pet it. Yet she showed not one tooth tip nor uttered a growl – convinced the one-eyed shepherd would make good on his threats.

However, she noticed, with ghost talker present there seemed to be a bubble of protection from the dark wolf’s abuse...