Chimera Fields a body moving through space

Once the hare taste had faded from his mouth, a much stronger smell overrode it. It stunk of anxiety and fear, and it was emanating from Jojo so thickly that it should've been as opaque as steam from a nuclear reactor.

He licks down his rough edges for now. It didn't seem right to terrorise a kid who seemed to constantly be on the verge of an anxiety attack. Nine was an asshole, but he wasn't a sadist (admittedly, not a very high standard to have).

I'm Nine, he says, in a voice that almost passes for calming. How'd ya end up here? He swallows. Jojo?

The way he saw it, either Jojo had incredible luck or there really was a god out there looking out for everybody, because he was one of the only wolves Nine had ever seen that had managed to starve in summertime. Life was strange.