He almost told her, anyway, that the wolf-demon wanted to kill<i>everything</i>.  It just prioritized, and it had a share of his practicality.  It knew a threat and moved to eliminate that threat.  Only when the threats were done would it rampage - and, by then, he usually had enough presence of mind to force it back inside of himself.  But as it grew in strength, he knew there would come a time when he would not be able to force it down, and he did not know how much blood and violation would satisfy the beast. But Vara didn't want to know, so he refrained from telling her.<br/><br/>"We should keep moving and get me cleaned up later," he said, pulling away from her, making sure he had all of his things.  He didn't bother putting on his clothes.  "The last time I was this way, there wasn't anything like this here.  This is new.  My hidey-hole is close, though.  Just through one of the upper passages, nearer to the surface, but the tunnel that once leads up top has been blocked and no one uses it.  Or, no one used it.  I can't say."<br/><br/>He climbed the stairs to the barricade where the spike gun was.  It was ruined, but in the remnants of the man he killed, he found another pistol.  It was crudely made, a black powder pipe gun, single shot.  In the wreckage of guts and flesh, he found a pouch with powder and shot.  He said, "There will be more.  The powder is the most important part, really, but if there are guns, we should take them, too.  Powder is valuable.  Did the vampire teach you how to use guns?  The Tar Hollow pack hated them, but they were fools."