It was a short, brutal, nasty fight, the kind he reveled in but refused to indulge. He didn't pursue the fleeing wolves, their howls of terror ringing in the woods, instead heading back into the cave. "Time to go. They are alerting everything in range that something is here, and the sooner we get to the vault, the sooner we can ex-fil. Grab everything, stuff it into the backpack, I will sort, clean and repair whatever later."