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Black Hat appreciated how they rode on the same wavelength, making words unnecessary. He heard the woman tug at something with success but didn't back up until he grabbed hold of something, himself. It was a hind leg, and he yanked and yanked, occasionally twisting his head until part of it popped off. Dropping it, he glanced over at her, and his mouth watered from the smell of grey matter. The size and shape of the skull — or what he could make of it — confirmed that the victim was, in fact, of the wolf variety. He didn't think much of it.

Not a bad find. We got more out of it than I expected, He said conversationally. What's your name, stranger?