Episode 9-1: Matters of Dentistry
The shaman went a pale and cobweb colour under his smears of ash, fetching the water over. "So fast?"
Swallowing and forcing calm back to the core of himself, he went on: "It was not the silver's failure...when I went out hunting with the Americans we found one that had made the walking dead, and one that had...taken his sister and cut her heart and liver into pieces with his iron knife in her, alive."
He looked up, his voice a rasp of horror and disgust. "I think they had gnawed bones also...but usually, for a bad death, the onnir of the place takes it. There there was no spirit, only the...black air," he frowned, lacking the English to describe. "Not when there is no light, but in the shadows of the world, a different darkness. Like the ones from Out There use like light to see, yes?"
Seeing he'd lost the man, Sky Dog shook his head and tried to clarify, still white with shame. "It was a made disease. Not just the corruption but the will also, with that wickedness they had done." He sighed. "But I did not know this."