well it wasn't me

Hattori turned, offering the stranger a side glance as they offered help. Hm, he supposed he might need some help to get the body down without damaging it further. But they, whoever they were, were quick to take note of the scene and start to freak out. Reasonable enough for sure, but Hattori wasn't the most understanding of audiences. Not when he knew what this might look like. Truly though, if he had done such a thing wouldn't his teeth be caked in blood? Would he not be winded, out of breath from the strain of somehow managing to haul a body up like that? He was undeniably strong, stronger than most, but at the end of the day he was just a wolf. Limited by the things a wolfs form could and couldn't do.

He let the silence linger on for a moment longer, before he sighed. A slow blink.


"I did not do this. Think on it for a moment." He assumed logic and reason would find them once more once the shock passed.  "I do not recognise them, do you?" Even the smell-of what he could gleam behind the reek of blood and death-was unfamiliar. Something he couldn't place. "But if nothing else I wish to get them down from there, give them a proper burial." One last show of dignity.

After that? He would have to search the area, see if there were blood trails. A clue to as to where the perpetrator had headed, whether they might strike again.