Porcupine Ridge Some prefaced with ZYR-OHT-OHT-MET

And you're mine. 

His nostrils flared at that remark—he certainly wasn't anybody's, not since Agrippa's death—and he shuffled to his paws, growling, I'm not going to be dragged.

Again, Hex looked between the sisters, then focused on Anathema; her mute minion certainly wasn't going to give him any kind of response.

At least answer my questions, he went on, frowning. I feel like you owe me that. I gave you a home here, after all.

Well, it had technically been Muskrat. But the wiry warrioress was gone; he had remained.