Shy Deer Steppes in the junkyard, it's every dog for himself.

The Greek internally bristled. He was no errand boy, he was a man hired for his fangs. The lady would not be pleased if he denied her. There was little choice in what he could do, what choice he had. Hunting with the stranger meant that Satsu was not in direct risk of harm, not from the man. 

Very good, we go now then. 

Arsenio stared at Shoko expectantly. The auburn wolf stepped forward and drew his cold gaze upward. His smile faded to a thin-lipped curtness.