"Maybe it hitchiked." She manages a deadpan delivery, hands folded calmly before her. Tigers' jaws are too short, she doesn't say. She tries not to even let herself think wolf. Much less--

No.

"Black market exotic pets, maybe? Coyotes aren't unheard of in semi-urban areas, but I've never heard of one big enough..." Her brow creases slightly; she admittedly can't entirely resist the mystery. The problem is she doesn't have a plausible answer.

"I doubt I have any leads you haven't already come up with."