"Funny, I thought the wolves weren't coming until next week," Damon said, speaking to the beaver who'd brought the latest batches of meat.<br/><br/>The beaver shrugged. "Surplus of meat, I guess. I don't ask questions, I just deliver them." He winced, rubbing his bleeding arm. "Put up a hell of a fight, though. Be careful when you take that gag off of him -- fucker tried to bite me."<br/><br/>After signing off for them, Damon led the new arrivals -- a rabbit, a tiger and a wolf -- to their cells. The rabbit and tiger were understandably upset, begging tearfully for their lives, but the wolf just... stared straight ahead, not saying or doing anything. Frankly, it was starting to unnerve Damon.<br/><br/>"The sooner I get him cooked, the better," he muttered.