[His surprise is probably clear. It's all in that feeling, the one that says if he had eyes he'd be widening them. If he had a face he'd stare.]
Call me?
[There's a memory now, one it does not occur to the shadow to keep hidden. A quick flipping through all the nights over all the years and all the mortals who'd never looked at him, or seen. They only try to speak to him when he's killing them. No point to it then.]
[This is contrary to everything he was expecting. The werewolf must be confused, and tone the shadow's thought is flavored with says as much.]
Why would you need to call one such as me for anything?
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Call me?
[There's a memory now, one it does not occur to the shadow to keep hidden. A quick flipping through all the nights over all the years and all the mortals who'd never looked at him, or seen. They only try to speak to him when he's killing them. No point to it then.]
[This is contrary to everything he was expecting. The werewolf must be confused, and tone the shadow's thought is flavored with says as much.]
Why would you need to call one such as me for anything?