Kintla Flatlands the body

Just as quickly, he became aware that someone else had joined him. A cursory glance revealed Szechuan; the malinois did nothing to acknowledge that he had seen her other than a slight turn of his dark ear. If he had been anywhere near surprised by this, his interest in the wolf betrayed any sign of it. In truth, he was a little bit surprised any one had followed him, but in the days following their great van escape, the small roving herd of canines had begun to break up. In their desperation, Twister suspected some of them had continued to die.

Unsurprisingly, the wolf screamed and garbled at them. It was a command in poor form and left the former military dog chuckling at her fleeting attempt. Get them to move? Unlikely. Negatory. "What are you doing to do about it, wolf?" he taunted, realizing that with Szechuan there, they at least had a chance to give her a little shit back. "What do you care if we eat your leftovers or not?" To him, she seemed plump enough. She'd survive without the remains of her friend there. Of course, he was presuming that she was willing to eat it herself — her behavior now made him feel as though she had made an even poorer attempt to summon the others of her pack.