"Mm. They made such a mess. You'd think the townsfolk would understand what they're doing--they invite the things in for weddings, and then they panic when it ends in blood." So much blood everywhere. The groom had been torn to pieces. There was even some on the ceiling, and it had all gone to waste!

Gods, he was hungry.

"And then some of them turn around and accuse me of being a fox in disguise. Pitchforks, baying dogs and all. Which I don't deserve--I haven't even done anything yet."