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From the size of the bones... probably, He supposed with a cant of his head. If it was a wolf, did Hela know them? He could ask her, but it wasn't enough of a pressing matter for him to be arsed. Besides, he knew she wouldn't be inclined to talk about it if that were the case.

Yet another question came his way, which he answered in a jesting manner, That something, maybe a wolf, died here. He grinned at his dry humor, unperturbed that he was making light of someone else's death right by their gravesite. They were long gone, and Black Hat held no belief in the afterlife or anything of the sort. Hell, even if he did, he'd probably do it anyway, because he was just that shamelessly deplorable.