[voice]

[bigandbad]

[you've always wanted to talk with an aggravated, stressed out, lonely wolf, right? Right. In any case, the cattle Bigby gulped down last night seem to have settled enough for a post, and he has the good sense not to use his video while he's lounging half-clothed in his crappy apartment, surrounded by empty food containers and equally empty cigarette packs. His whiskey and scotch bottles are clean as a whistle. The only full things in the wolf's room are his ashtrays.

But this is voice, so you don't have to worry about that.]

Snow is gone. Wolf's case still isn't cleared yet. I need to move out of this rat hole.

There's your report for the week. Have a great fucking night.