Dragoncrest Cliffs clean-up on aisle what the fuck

He shrugged, rolling his gaze over to meet hers. Guess not, he said succinctly, mouth quirking with wry humor--and indecision. What the fuck were they going to do about a dead body in their front lawn? Even if they'd put it there in the first place, it was still a pain in the ass.

We could eat him, Vercingetorix suggested, albeit weakly. He wasn't really a fan of food that he could've had a conversation with when they were breathing. Then again, it was winter, and they needed all that they could get. Skinny wolves didn't do well in the snow.

Blegh. What would you do? he asked Blackbear, tail swishing idly behind him.