She'd trailed her boys throughout that night, stalked them under the brightest of moons. Smiling warmly, she remembered Kashmir, the circus tiger, all those long years ago; he would have stalked like Lucy McGinley stalked, and she felt proud of herself. She was sure her eyes burned bright yellow as she stalked, just like Kashmir's did when he was hungry. And when Kashmir had those eyes, you stayed away until he had fed and those burning eyes had softened.
Then the whore appeared and Samuel spotted her. The foolish boy called her name and, magically, the girl stood beside them.