"Yes, that would have been far more pleasant, wouldn't it?"
He looked at her, his eyes dark and filled with a deep anger and hatred, crossing his arms across his chest. He was dressed as he had been when he died, badge and all, but there was very little of Sheriff Graham in his posture or expression.
"Why are you here? What are your intentions?"
Wolf snarled, bearing her teeth at the woman, seeming to share her companions opinions of her.