A few minutes after Zuri left, Enzi Njenga came into Kweli's hut, wincing as shi clutched the space between hir cock and pussy. Blood dripped between hir fingers. "Shaman Kweli!" Enzi choked. "Something awful has happened!"
Kweli watched the blood drip onto the dirt floor of her hut. "Clearly. Want to talk about it, Enzi?"
The teenage werehyena's eyes hardened with hate. "It was Kibibi Mwangi! I challenged hir to a sparring match down at the proving grounds. It was all pretty routine until she pinned me to the ground and... and..." Enzi's eyes welled up with tears as hir voice caught. "...and shi... ripped my ballsack off! I'm cut off from my seed, Shaman! I'll be forced to be the submissive when I take a mate, and you know that was never my style."
When werehyenas took permanent mates, they negotiated their roles in the sexual partnership. Generally, someone would be the dominant giver and someone would be the submissive receiver, though many couples chose to alternate. If two mates couldn't agree on their roles, they would spar in the proving grounds to see who got hir way.
"I'm sorry for your loss," said Kweli. "I take it you're here for medical attention?"
Enzi sniffled. "Y-yeah." Shi removed hir hand from hir crotch, revealing a torn, bloody mess that used to be hir sack. It was still bleeding extremely hard, the blood staining the fur of Enzi's thighs a dark crimson. Shreds of torn skin dangled below the penis, all that remained of Enzi's scrotum.
"Moon preserve us!" Kweli gasped. "That's pretty damn nasty! Good thing you came to me right away, or you could've bled to death! I'll get you something to halt the bleeding."
Kweli gathered various medicinal herbs and instructed Enzi to chew and swallow them to stop the bleeding. While Enzi took hir herbs, Kweli picked up a small knife and carefully sliced off the shreds of skin before they could go gangrenous. "There!" Kweli declared. "You're as good as new now."
"Not really," Enzi said. Shi stood up, missing the familiar weight of hir huge coin purse. "I'm still a fucking eunuch." Shi growled. "I'm gonna fucking KILL Kibibi, or at least take hir nads like shi took mine!"
"I'd advise you not to tell me, then," said Kweli. "Kibibi's been like a daughter to me ever since hir mother died last autumn. Shi sometimes acts without thinking (especially in a fight), but I know shi can be better, and I'm not letting anyone kill or mutilate hir." Kweli handed Enzi a wooden pipe full of cannabis to relax hir.
Enzi took a drag on the pipe. "Whatever. I still want some kind of compensation, though."
"I'm sure shi'll find some way to make it up to you," said Kweli.
Enzi continued to smoke hir pipe. "This is good weed, Shaman. Hey, how'd our pack ever get started with this pipe-smoking thing? Pretty sure we didn't do it back in Kenya."
"We picked the custom up from the local werewolf, werebear, and werecoyote packs," said Kweli.
Enzi snickered. "You mean the guys Kibibi always wants us to invade or raid?"
Kweli sighed. "Yes, the alpha's daughter can be much to eager for conflict with our neighbors sometimes. There is such a thing as being too territorial for even a werebeast, after all. Sometimes it is better to have peace with your more respectful neighbors; you might learn from them. A pack's traditions are not meant to be unchanging and set in stone. We must learn from the spirits of the land we live in and the packs they protect. Werehyena packs from Kenya, Ethiopia, Angola, Senegal, Oklahoma, or Washington will all have similar customs, but there will also be numerous unique local touches."
"Washington?" asked Enzi.
"There's a new one up there," said Kweli. "In fact, Zuri decided to exile Kibibi to that pack." Kweli hoped that framing Kibibi's journey as if it were a punishment would discourage Enzi from seeking revenge.
"It's the least shi deserves," Enzi grumbled. "I'm still not sure my nuts have been avenged, but I guess it's okay enough for now."
"Good," said Kweli. "In-pack rivalries are bad for everyone."
As shi smoked, Enzi glanced down at the empty space where hir jewels belonged. "I've been wanting to ask you, is there any way you can give my my balls back? Look, I saved them!" Enzi opened a satchel, revealing a lump of flesh: hir severed scrotum!
Kweli thought. "This is beyond a shaman's healing skill, I'm afraid. If you went into the wilderness and called upon the spirits for a miracle, there's a small chance they could answer. Your best bet would be a witch, though. There magic is always doing things that shock me to my core. Alpha Zuri knows a good one up in Stokerville, Washington, if you don't mind going near Kibibi Mwangi again."
Enzi nodded slowly and somberly. "I see, Shaman Kweli. I think I should go and talk it over with my parents and my mate. Thank you for everything. Bye."