"Wow…" Dess exclaimed in an almost sarcastic tone. "Trouble does like following you around, huh, Will?"
She and the others were helping me carve out more spoils from the young chimera's corpse after I promised to share the parts I didn't need with them.
Luckily, Dess had brought my bag with her, and I now had all the equipment I needed for a proper field dressing. Although, for the life of me, I can't imagine how I'd been so caught up in the patchwork wolf's howl that I forgot to bring my stuff. It just wasn't like me. Usually.
"This thing's a mess… it's like something with teeth tore chunks out of it already," Scaredy Cat complained. "You didn't do this, right, Will?"
"The beast was already injured by the time it found me… I just finished it off," I lied.
"Your kill, your spoils," Brunhilde chimed in.
"Exactly," I agreed.
