“Gesundheit,” Izzy responded to the first of the titles Riley gave. Her brows furrowed, wondering what would make it so “unpleasant” if the beast was little more than a carcass and a smear on the ground now. 
	“That dog--White Wolf, whatever--was an aberration?” Izzy frowned. “It looked so… [i]normal.[/i] But it’s dead now, anyway. I mean, we [i]buried[/i] it. Wouldn’t that make the coincidence a good thing?” She fidgeted with a piece of donut she had intended to eat, bits of icing making her fingers sticky.