[ Butch snarls with a vicious tinge of rage, but Vasquez's eyes bleed over black, his lips pulling away from the fine points of his fangs. The wolf doesn't cower, but he continues growling as he puts more distance between them, then finally turns tail and bolts across the dusty plain.
Vasquez is tempted to follow him, to run him down, but from the faint edge of his awareness, he can tell Faraday isn't getting right back up.
Going after a useless animal isn't worth the effort.
Vasquez waits until Butch disappears in the distance, then turns to Faraday, stepping closer and kneeling down beside him. ]
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Vasquez is tempted to follow him, to run him down, but from the faint edge of his awareness, he can tell Faraday isn't getting right back up.
Going after a useless animal isn't worth the effort.
Vasquez waits until Butch disappears in the distance, then turns to Faraday, stepping closer and kneeling down beside him. ]
How is the leg, perrito?