Ouroboros Spine Are you a loan? 'Cause you've got my interest

Raimo turned with the bird clutched in his teeth, looking as if he had sprouted a pale beard around his rugged black face in time for Zane's arrival. The other man had a bird of his own and he smelled of blood and feather-dust. Perhaps there was hope for him yet, the first hunter thought.

He dropped his bird at his paws and licked his lips to cleanse them of the taste, appearing thoughtful as he appraised his fellow wolf. You surprise me. A good catch and you are not even out of breath. I misjudged you. That was as close to a compliment as Zane was likely to get.