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"A wolf, huh?" Sarah arched her eyebrows in question, then walked past the man to sniff around the scene. You could not make out much from the visual cues. Scavengers of all sizes had done their job well. And from the state of decay it was also hard to tell, whether it was a fellow canid or an unlucky grass-grazer. Though she thought she caught a hint of a wet dog, but it might as well be something of no importance either way. As important as corpses got. 

"What your study has told you?" she turned to look at the guy over her shoulder, to get an impression of, whether he was inclined to unearth the rotting thing and eat or he had moral arguments based in science not to do so.