Zekryn would pass by the scene during the late night, clothed in a heavy hooded black robe. A bird skull mask blocking his face from those that may be peering. He took a few minutes to gander over the scene and inspect the body for any use. Rolling his shoulders and plucking a few organs from the gutted dog and stuffing them away. Pressing his hand together he mumbled a long incantation opening his palm to reveals a marble of fire, placing it within the body of the dog and walking off. Should one ever disturb the canine corpse a violent explosion may ensue.