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There was no saving her hide from the biting winds just yet. Diesel had to act unbothered as the haunting call - heard for the first time from up-close, triggering a discomfort bred into her bloodline - echoed over the mountains, then wait in place, hiding her shivering, for the recipient to appear.

Bad Cop wasn't some company. His demeanor infuriated her, but she too could hold a poker face. They waited in silence, with her occasionally licking away the drool pooling in her jowls, else it turn to icicles.

Finally the man of the hour arrived.

He was dark and athletic, with a kind of hard-assed look about him, having more dominant airs despite being shorter than the grey male who greeted her. That was as much as she could infer at a glance, for the wolfish form and face were still alien and too similar between individuals to her.

When he spoke, she lowered her head.

When he asked who it was that put her in such a sorry state, it rose so he could get a good look at the scabbed over wounds of her neck, and that missing fold of skin above her brow.

"Some she-wolf, sir." The honorific seemed befitting, although she felt as if she was groveling. "First and biggest wolf I've ever seen. Tons of scars, like life chewed her up. Beat me up good, but I added a couple more to her collection." The bitch smirked.