He can't explain the terror he felt. He definitely recognizes the corpse he received.
It's his sister's. White Seal. She's been murdered.
He wants to scream, to shout, to hurt his mentor back for this. But that would make things worse. Wild Eel's hands have never been so shaky. The flaws, the signs of struggle will definitely show when he has to mount her on a pedestal. Along with the other creatures who meant well.
He fears he could be next. No, he wishes he is next.
Myron once said he should have *his* head.