rewriten every rule . Thief

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he had seen the corpse rotting in their territory and given its state had felt ill inclined to take it away for clean up - let the woods take it, maybe it’ll fuel regrowth with its rotting carcass.

So when he’d followed his usual routes and come upon where it had intersected with the attack and where the bodies had lain - he was mildly surprised to find it moved, though at first he assumed someone had finally gotten rid of it - a small scent underneath the rank of the corpse parted through.

Pitt.

Almost unintentionally but by automatic reflex now, his lips curled further back over his ever grimacing maw.

He despised them - but there was no worth in trying to find the interloper now, long gone as they’d ere and he found eh could hardly care given what they’d taken.

Let them have their rotting corpse,

He had patrol routes to tighten up.