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[As soon as Fenris spots the small pictures his eyes go just a touch wider, as his mouth opens an inch further, not shocked exactly...the way his lips immediately shut back into a tight line makes it clear that he's holding back frustration, familiarity flashing in his eyes. He doesn't waste time when Javert asks him a question. He steps forward to examine them further, and just as he expected them to be, they were every bit as gratuitously displayed close up.

He recognizes the man in the last photo immediately as one of the poachers, which prompts him to reach into one of his satchels to pull out a few of the pictures Rafe had taken of a similar macabre display as these. Well, similar in...tone.]

That man in last one is a poacher, is he not? [He doesn't know if that's what Javert wants him to see or not; all Fenris can see is the work of a twisted soul who needs to be put down as swiftly as a swatted fly. Admittedly this brings back far too many memories, similar yet still different enough that the uncertainty unsettles him, but he tries to keep a level head for the sake of his work.

He turns to Javert and holds out the group of pictures Rafe had taken. Naturally, there's nothing recognizable about bits of limbs and organs, but the last picture does have the head of a recognizable poacher mounted on a sword.]

In front of the 38-8. A poacher as well.