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He watched her go and then turned to stalk back to the head. He stared down at the lifeless decapitated thing and growled "you're a lot more trouble than you're worth" he grumbled. If he stayed to bury it and that wench didn't keep her mouth shut, he'd be found rather quickly. He needed to leave. He started to walk away but thought for a moment before turning back and grabbing the head in his jaws, running off with it again. Perhaps the Nightstalker would find this a suitable gift? Would it prove his use? That he could kill and tear off another's head? He didn't know but he would shortly find out.