You give the body a satisfying boot. It crunches a little—already starting to freeze—and skitters toward Scarper, who laughs cruelly. The old man has even less regard for mortals than you do. But then his gaze grows hard.
"Of course," he says, "I had to finish the job, didn't I?" Before you can speak, you hear Clay moving through the woods. You spot him as he kneels down in front of the horse-thing and starts to feed.
"Clay tasked me with destroying the Bane. It's down below, dead."
"I'm not interested in your riddles, Scarper. Say what you mean."
"There are more enemies than just this Bane. It might have allies among the humans. We need to…deal with them."
"I did what you demanded. Now you must acknowledge what I have earned." I am no longer a "pup" or a "cub." In victory, I am Garou.
"I've put up with your shit for almost three years. I did what you demanded, but I won't listen to your insults."
"From what I know of Banes, killing the host body might not be enough. Should we look for signs that it escaped into the spirit world?"
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