Her mind never processed, wolf from coyote or vice versa, her faults where on the thrill of inflicting pain and once the subject died her other addiction was cutting them up. So it was no surprise that her eyes instantly dilated and hungered at the cut he made as he seemed to ask through his words what she made of this scene. She cocked her head to the side in a grin instantly masking her addiction with a cause, a righteous cause that masked her true intent.
“A chance to study the inner workings of a wolf” she replied softly as she stepped next to the man, not even paying one thought as to her own safety only the marvelous crimson that seemed to leak out. No pump forced it out in erratic torrents; no it only seeped as evidence to the subjects death. Her own satchel was flung open to procure her own instruments. The scalpel, a small hand saw, tiny enough for her own hands, but sharp enough to get the job done, she didn’t ask though, she just sat politely down to join this stranger for a treat, killing two birds with one stone, two deviants getting their own fix on one body, what a lovely picture.
“DO you mind?” she asked quietly as if professional courtesy was needed in their work.
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