"What the hell !? Why would you do that ?" yelled Gaelle, utterly dumbfounded.

The squat, broad shouldered, cream-coloured wolf standing in front of her whimpered, feeling somewhat guilty even though she couldn't care much less about the rotund figure rapidly disappearing into the night at full speed on a bicycle.

"Yeah, well... Shit, I didn't even get his bloody name !" she groaned while planting her palm solidly on her face.

The wolf snorted, unconvinced.

"I'm telling you, no way he's just some random, normal guy. I mean, what the fuck was he doing here at this hour ? And he knew what I was talking about, too."

The wolf raised her head and exposed her throat, uninterested in a continued argument.