Old Indian:
They're shiftless. They might be gods!

Edddie Holt:
It's not wolves, it's Wolfen. For 20,000 years Wilson- ten times your fucking Christian era- the 'skins and wolves, the great hunting nations, lived together, nature in balance. Then the slaughter came.

Edddie Holt:
The smartest ones, they went underground into a new wilderness, YOUR CITIES. You have your technology but you lost. You lost your senses

Old Indian:
In their world, there can be no lies, no crimes.

Edddie Holt:
No need for detectives.

Old Indian:
In their eyes, YOU ARE THE SAVAGE.

Dewey Wilson:
They kill to protect family?

Old Indian:
In the end, it's all for the HUNTING GROUND.

Dewey Wilson:
They kill...

Old Indian:
The sick. The abandoned. Those who will not be missed.

Dewey Wilson:
More than that.

Old Indian:
They kill to survive. They kill to protect.

Dewey Wilson:
Family?

Old Indian:
Man kills for less. But in the end, it is all for the hunting ground.

Eddie Holt:
You've seen them, haven't you? You don't have the eyes of the Hunter. You have the eyes of the dead.

Warren:
I'm going to team you up with Dewey Wilson on this Christopher VanderVeer thing.

Rebecca Neff:
I didn't know he was back. I thought he retired, disabled, mental...?

Warren:
He had a lot of family problems, he started to drink a little too much, police work...piled up on him. He's a good man, you'll like him.

Rebecca Neff:
Okay, fine.

Eddie Holt:
Shape shifting. We do it for kicks. Turn yourself into a different animal. One night a deer, next night a salmon...

Dewey Wilson:
Or a wolf?

Eddie Holt:
Sure.

Eddie Holt:
Or an eagle.

Eddie Holt:
C'mon Dewey, just flap your arms and jump, its easy. It's all in the head.

Dewey Wilson:
That would be murder. You wouldn't kill anyone else, would you?

Eddie Holt:
That's what they pay you to find out...