Every good detective needed a sidekick. I wasn't sure but I think I may have already been given one unwillingly. But I could have more than one, and you always hear about those guys with their stalwart companion dogs going off on adventures. True, this one wasn't exactly a dog, and I sure as hell wasn't going to call her one outloud. And she was supposedly very much human looking most of the time according to the innkeeper, but damnit I had a mental narration to keep up with.
So I needed a dog, and anyways if I had someone with a good sense of smell that could... you know... speak, it would make finding the crazy lady's body a bit easier. That's how I wound up where I was today, stuffed into a few extra coats and sitting under one of the trees across the road and down the street from the Dagger. Dulcie said the wolf came to the Dagger, and I sure wasn't going to go stomping through the forest looking for a predator. Something less scary, like a squirrel, would probably try to kill me out of starvation anyways.
I crossed my legs and my arms, pointing myself towards the little fire I had made on the side of the road. No one had complained about that yet. I'd been coming out here for the last few days, staring at my own puffed breath, as I tried to catch sight of someone that looked like a werewolf that maybe wasn't going into the tavern itself.