She does not much care for this specter either, only that it makes clear it is the only thing standing between this world and its destruction. It is nothing that makes sense to her and she wants only to swat it away.
She has had stranger dreams before.
Only it has in her a captive audience, so she must listen, even reluctantly. If it tells anything remotely resembling truth it is best she does, because she has no desire to close her eyes and go back to that cage, the pen, the dogs.
Would that happen? She does not know. She does not care to test it.
And when she is shown the dog, chained, howling for freedom- trapped by its own blood who it had trusted-
Borya does not like dogs and she never will. But there are things she likes less than dogs; men and their blows and the cruel bite of a chain.
The rest she does not listen to. Truthfully it does not matter. She crashes through the door and aims wide-open jaws straight for the nearest chain. If it desires revenge, she will allow it; she would, too, in its place.


