Henry raised his brow and gave Davis a look like she'd just asked the dumbest question in the world. Yes, by all means call this in and enjoy your mountain of paperwork which will cut into your sleep for the next week and a half at least. And that wasn't even getting into the question of how you would write up "boy transforms into giant wolf beast and mauls local farmer to death" in an incident report. But Henry kept those thoughts to himself, gave a sigh and rolled his eyes as he moved back over to his truck to get his own medical assistance: a half quart of whiskey in a brown paper bag which he took from the glove box of his pickup, opened and began guzzling down like it was water.<br/><br/><br/>Upon wiping the trickle of spirits which had spilled down his stubbly chin away on the back of his hand, Henry looked to Cedar with an annoyed glance as she struggled to process what had just gone down. "Towns always been a little weird but werewolves are a new one on me too, sister." He said after some hesitation. Jaded though he was, even henry had to admit this was pretty strange. And if werewolves really existed, who knows how many of the tall tales told around town weren't so tall after all. Henry didn't care about any of this himself of course. Standing under the pale starlight his expression showed no signs of care or distress for any of this madness. But he could see how the new green behind the gills city girl might be a little upset.<br/><br/><br/>The man approached Davis once more and handed her the now half empty bottle of jack he had in hand in case she wanted something to settle her nerves. "Eeh this is nothing, really, though. Bout five years back we had this guy slip and fall in the woods. Took rescue about five days to find him and by that time ants had started to nest in his dead broken legs. But he was still alive, just broke his spine so he couldn't feel much of anything below the waist. He's been trying to patent an ant farm prosthetic ever since, I shit you not." Henry chuckled as he puffed on his smoke and gave the sheriff a reassuring slap on the back. And while his idea of comforting the woman certainly left something to be desired, he was at least not entirely cold to the trauma of seeing dead kids like this. He knew well how that part of the job never got any easier. You only ever just got numb to it.<br/><br/><br/>"Listen. I'd love to stand around here and gab all night but I'm fucking starved. So you call this in if you want. But it's been hours since I missed dinner and daddy needs a burger." He said with gruff dismissiveness as he grabbed the bottle of booze back from Davis and sucked down another large swig before turning to leave. He was hoping she would just let him go as he really was rather famished. He hadn't realized it since as soon as he had picked up on this lead the man had gotten tunnel vision for taking the werewolf down. But now that the dust had settled, Henry was really starting to feel just how hurt, exhausted and hungry he really was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>