this fic is generally extremely quotable (although this quote is a bit misleading because it's not fenris-centric at all. the basic premise is you take dragon age inquisition but the inquisitor is a desire demon who is trying very hard to act mortal, with mixed results) Spoiler: a longer quote about a misconception concerning how footprints work
Spoiler: organised crime, murder “Shaunie. Her name was. Pretty name. Pretty girl. Shaunie Begum. 19 years old. Fell in wid my lot because her best friend did. Good little dealer. Good worker. Very loyal. Gave a lot of her earnings to her sick mum.” Makara paused to see if the information had sunk in. It had. “Shaunie wasn’t perfect. She got in a lot of fights – turf wars and the like. Once knifed a guy so bad he was in intensive care for t’ree weeks. Dat make you feel better?” “No.” Cronus whispered, trying and failing to stop this information from fleshing out the ghost that hadn’t stopped haunting him since the night he’d shot her. The purple-lipped girl – Shaunie – winked at him in his mind’s eye, her blood pumping out of the hole he’d left in her chest - “Good. It shouldn’t.” https://archiveofourown.org/works/5521466/chapters/16911400