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“You make a habit of standing round in alleys, stopping good hard working folks from getting on with their days, or this a special case, boss?” Marc asked as he bounced up onto his feet, emerging from where he’d been ducked down inside the dumpster, tired of waiting for the wolf to move along. Leg cramps were a bitch of a thing, and it had been long enough.
He leaned forward, arms resting across the rusting metal, which groaned from the weight and movement, barely able to deal with its intended cargo anymore due to decades of use. “Cause, now stop me if I’m outta line here, but it kinda feels like ya knew I was in there, one nose to another,” He tapped the side of his nose and pointed at her, “And ain’t no reason to go hanging round here unless you were trying to stop me getting on with the diving part of dumpster diving, and that seems real unnecessary, specially when you scared off all the rats with your wolf smells.”