"How many human males do you know that wear rings on all of their fingers?" Riley retorted, dropping the arm back into the bag, the contents sloshing about beautifully. "There's more than just that- there's a reason I have a bag full of body parts." He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he reached back into the bag and searched around inside the gore. When he removed his arm the first time, he had taken hold of a severed foot. "Whups, not what I was looking for." He said, dropping the foot back into the bag. He rooted around a bit more until, finally, he pulled up a rolled-up piece of skin. He unrolled it in his lap, staining his shirt and jeans but shifters didn't care if their alpha had human blood on his clothes.
"Take a look at this shit." He said, flipping the skin over on his lap. There was a tattoo inked into the grayish surface, a stylized image of the sun, almost ten inches in diameter. "The other one had it on his back, too, but his isn't as intact as this one." Riley's expression became more serious. "This is the symbol from those sun-worshippers' church, isn't it? They know about the pack-" He let out a soft growl, that was completely unacceptable, for humans to know of their existence, and to have the gal to hunt them, as well? Unacceptable.