Sitting dutifully by the sage was a pair of fine Anatolian sheepdogs. He pointed to the animals and told the shepherd, “The male there is Karabaş, the female Kutlu. They’re fellows in all things. Take them; they’re yours. Once committed, they’re committed for life. Just never let the dogs see blood.” There were three bellwethers in the flock, three lead sheep: Kınalı, Badem and Çiçek. One night, the wolves descended... The blood glistened in the light of the half moon; the leg of a sheep lay discarded on the ground, while clusters of wool danced around in the chill night air. Karabaş seemed to change after that night. He attacked the bits of flesh. And he made Kutlu a partner in crime.