OWN IT - open; vandalism

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]The fact that he recognizes the smell of burning fur as familiar should be a warning sign. For what, well, he's not quite sure. Psychopathy, maybe? If he was anything like this guy, yeah, it'd be exactly that. Instead, when the smell of it is distant he's reminded of the minute or so that orange flames licked up Butch's pretty fur and how he'd laughed at his expression. It's a moment of light in a world that is otherwise dark to him now — he misses the collie's company, even if he's an ass, and this smell is too strong to be an accident. A gust of wind sends it closer to the dog and his expression changes to one of disgust. He doesn't want to walk closer, but he does anyway. Just in time to see Dimitri throwing snow on the fire. Without considering other options, he joins in, strong paws pushing more on top of the burning bodies.

For the first time since his fight with Butch, he felt sick to his stomach. "What the hell is this?" he demands breathlessly, trying not to vomit.