"Ah, your joke isn't as funny as it used to be, but maybe it's because I'm really nervous right now and can't appreciate the humor in it."
Hog shivered slightly.
It was like an ancient Roman soldier who had accidentally wandered into the year 2077, seeing danger everywhere. If someone wasn't guiding it, it might have screamed out loud by now.
Under Murphy's command, the Blood Claw Chief took off his leather armor and inner lining, approaching the bio-pod naked and kneeling there, muttering and completing a prayer of the Wolf People.
He never was sincere, and now he wouldn't suddenly turn into a fanatic.
The so-called prayer was basically changing the subject of the hymn from The Master of Hunting to the creator, probably because, at this moment of fate, even someone like Hog needed a bit of spiritual comfort.
