Craig snickers as he cuts a piece off and begins to break up a chunk of bud. "Still, Viktor, I dunno if going after meat THAT fresh is a good idea. But hell, I'm not one to give advice, what with all the dumb
**** I do." He finishes rolling his 3 gram masterpiece, and takes a lighter out of his pocket. "Cheers!" he exclaims as he lights it. He takes a few small hits to get it burning and passes it over to Viktor. "Get ya some, and congrats on your kill! Long live the glory of Fenrir!" He turns to face James. "Hey, James, you wouldn't happen to know where a man could find any cheap 12 gauge? I'm seriously fiending for it, my shotguns gotta eat, too. And if they get hungry, I could get dead."