[Hmm. Don't like that. He looks up at the sky, away from Carnivac. Between this wolf and the body, he doesn't know where to turn his eyes.]
Uh...sure. I guess?
[He reluctantly lifts up the person's shirt, searching for any wounds. Nothing of the sort. He then examines the person's fingernails for any cloth or such--perhaps there had been a struggle of some sort? But again, nothing.]
Either this guy whacked himself in the head with something, or someone else got the drop on him. The trauma probably killed him instantly--no sign of a struggle of any sort. [He stands up and glances over at the wolf.] Normally, I'd rule you out for not having thumbs, but you just showed me that you're a probable suspect.
no subject
Uh...sure. I guess?
[He reluctantly lifts up the person's shirt, searching for any wounds. Nothing of the sort. He then examines the person's fingernails for any cloth or such--perhaps there had been a struggle of some sort? But again, nothing.]
Either this guy whacked himself in the head with something, or someone else got the drop on him. The trauma probably killed him instantly--no sign of a struggle of any sort. [He stands up and glances over at the wolf.] Normally, I'd rule you out for not having thumbs, but you just showed me that you're a probable suspect.