If it keeps you from eating my grandma, by all means. [ A smirk crosses his face as he rifles through some papers, spinning in his chair and finding what looks like a photograph of graffiti tags--definitely Wolf's work. There were tons of photos just like this papering his "office", connected by pieces of red string, each one a different track that the big bad wolf seemed to take. Wherever he went, the agents would always, always follow, like they knew him, and what had started as a game ended with a surprisingly compatible team of trackers and dispatch.

And maybe Red enjoyed the hunt. Wolf was smarter than half of the dracs that came out this far. ] Whatever you dispatch, try not to do it with too many bloodstains, some of us are listening in on your every move.