The bird made a noise that sounded like air being let out of a tire. Less a cackle and more an expression of thinly concealed mirth. Paid! A novel concept if there ever was one! How long had the wolf been wearing that skin? How long had it taken him to adapt to two-legged nuances?
There was a wolf underneath there still. Huginn could see it, smell it even from his perch on the lamp post.
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