"That's..." Vera turned her head to Kaleeth, "That's rather peculiar. It sounds as if you either killed a werecrocodile, which is most impressive, or...Hircine may have had a direct hand in your turning. Have you ever thought, perhaps, that there was a reason why you might have been turned? You might have a role to play, more than you might think."

"That's right," Harriet gave a single nod. "I talked to Vera about her son, Caleb. Just how he was doing. Vera keeps coddling him, being all disapproving when he comes along to join my pack's training sessions. Now, I work my boys and girls hard, but I don't let anyone get crippled. He can stop joining us whenever he likes, he just wants to get a little tougher is all." Harriet's eyes looked to one side and the volume of her voice lowered slightly, "At least Jerrick understood that."