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an age of wolves (

Hati's taxi is parked along the curb, the wheels closest to the curb actually on the sidewalk. Narrow parking on these streets. He is waiting for two portly broads to vacate the back seat. One woman, as she stumbles from the car, mutters something about the driver. As they both toddle off in a way befit roaming cattle tittering amongst themselves about the awful music and the creepy driver, Hati is taking a moment to light a cigarette.

And then he hears the rodent with wings, and leans out the window, to look up. He is almost surprised not to see Huginn in human shape, as many once-beasts tend to be these days.

But he does not answer with any more words - only with a finger, a wolfish flash of teeth in what might be a grin or a snarl, who knows, really - and he starts the car. He does finally speak now, but more of a mumbling growl. Hati is hungry.

On the clock, pay for my time. And yes, he starts the meter. He will bill the Guardian of the Gallows for this.

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