[b]Rosskaya, The Tundra 9:32am[/b] [i]Light ripped the sleeve of his tunic off, and wrapped it around his left arm. It was instantly soaked with red, and he gritted his teeth. The wolves were dead (with a little help), and he could go and accept his payment. The injury hurt like hell, the one wolf tried to bite his shoulder, managing only to scrape the skin. It left a gash on his left bicep, and he wrapped it even tighter with the cloth. He sat there for a moment before getting up, grabbing his bow that was on the ground. Walking around the cave, he went to retrieve the arrows from the dead pups, all shots in the eye. "Better shot than I remember...", he thought, as he cleaned the arrows before storing them in his quiver. Collapsing the bow, he stuffed it in his pack, and collected the empty pistol shells from the ground. He didn't know why, but he liked not leaving a trace besides his own work. He looked to the dead wolves once more. Light felt... bad. They hadn't done much to him in the first place, and all they did was protect their home. He sighed, looking once more at the bodies: some missing a head and legs altogether from his mysterious helper. It was time to go, anyway... ~ Light entered the shop, a huge wolf on his back. It was the alpha; proof that he killed the pack. He came in through the same back entrance, and plopped the body onto a cutting table.[/i] It's done. ((Open primarily for narration, but others too.))