The way Reno removed his shirt looked similar to a cross between a snake shedding its skin and a dog shaking a blanket off its head. Entirely too quick, oddly awkward and yet alluring like a car accident in the way that you just couldn't look away, no matter how gruesome.

"Nh, better," he mumbled, setting the bloodied fabric aside and looking at his wounded torso. Brushing fingertips over his stomach, Reno winced at the bite on his abdomen. "Damn wolves. I swear, I ain't going out nowhere like that unless I gotta."

Reno stretched, wincing yet again before deciding the alcohol would fix the pains. "Hey, did any get my back?" Scooting round, the redhead flicked his ponytail over his shoulder, exposing the pale expanse of his back to his partner. Indeed, there was a collection of rather deep claw marks on his flesh.