Drusilla and Wolf entered the premises, a bell over the door alerting the owner to their presence.
"Sorry, lady, no pets allowed..." Further protests were peremptorily cut off as he met the twin glares of his customers. "My apologies. What can I do for you?"
Removing the bundle from Wolf, Drusilla opened it on the counter. The obviously human remains didn't faze the proprietor, he recognised the handiwork, if not the strange woman who delivered it.
wordoftheday100 — peremptory
Part of the Park!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse