VINCENT

The Wolf sighed and nodded, Just about ready to leave... He growled slightly as his wounds were bandaged and the two went up the staircase, though he felt quite bad for the Dead Wolvan, He smiled at Ember for scattering their ashes... Nobody would want their corpse in a place like this... Vincent slowly went to scratch his neck again, still unable to speak due to the alterations done to him, The poor wolf looked out one of the Oval windows, staring into the distance as if to escape reality. Yet as he was called back he knew that freedom would have to wait until Ember could call in an Extraction.