[his head shifts, eyes narrowing, a small smile tugging at his lips. an eerie silence falls between them. he could kill her, too - leave her in the dark to be found by passerby's. but it's too easy. no one's death is final, he has to make sure the ones he does pick are worth it. without a word, he steps forward to pry the arrow from the wolf's skull, a harsh crunching sound as he does; cracks against bone and tearing flesh.]
Shame it's infected by something, or I'd take it back with me.
[he crouches down by the poor animal's head, using the arrow to lift its lips, inspecting the teeth and mouth. whatever was infecting it drips off, puddling into the ground.]
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Shame it's infected by something, or I'd take it back with me.
[he crouches down by the poor animal's head, using the arrow to lift its lips, inspecting the teeth and mouth. whatever was infecting it drips off, puddling into the ground.]
Do you have a plastic bag on you?