She did not recoil at the vicious slash marks on his torso, or the deep bites on his neck, but somehow the gnawed off toes made her shiver. Judging by the teeth impressions some very large feline had made them a snack, or a play thing. Maybe the bulletin going to all sanctuaries and zoos would prove fruitful in finding the remains. She turned him over to photograph the words cut into his back knowing that the case would reach the vigilante task force within minutes. She hoped that they would drag their feet and allow a few more animal abusers to meet some rough justice. I guess she could forget to file the report until Monday.