Ravensblood Forest when the bullets pierced his body, he was already gone

There was a narrowing of the other’s eyes, and Constantine regarded this with stoical interest. The sudden farewell also wasn’t lost on the shadowrunner and he deduced he had offended the other – but he failed to bring it in himself to care too much. “Safe travels,” he rumbled after the other, his tone no more warmer than it had been before. As long as their two packs maintained their own distance and avoided conflict, he held no particular thought to the Plateau being claimed – spare the fact he had been born upon it.
 
Watching the grey wolf leave – who still hadn’t introduced himself – Constantine turned, his stocky form lumbering along the borders as he continued to mark them, wondering if perhaps a better diplomat than himself resided in the forest.