Duck Lake its going to heal, but it ain't going away

"He is a good leader. He sticks to well, very firm Roman customs, though I'm not an expert at that." Raziel smiled, "Aku, our father, has a way of hammering Roman customs into one's head. Methods too brutal for a wolf not even a yearling yet. But they were effective, fear drives one to either remember or forget, those who forget die, those who remember survive. He survived." A good thing too, Aku had a mind full of torture methods, he had probably inherited the mad side that Pluto had when he dealt with evil souls, except Aku dealt it with both innocent and evil souls. See the difference there?

Crëyr fell into the water and Raz laughed softly, paddling towards her in a graceful manner. He was an expert at fishing, having survived on fish in the harsh winters in the north. Large prey was scarce there so they had to eat whatever they could find, sometimes carrion, sometimes tiny voles, birds, fish, whatever they could eat, they ate. Not a single piece of edible food was wasted. These southern lands didn't know how it felt, which was good, he didn't want to feel it again.