Hitchhiker: [explaining his tattoo] Ever hear the tale of two wolves?
Anna: Nope.
Priss: Nope.
Hitchhiker: Long ago, there was a tribe of hunters; the greatest in the land. During a particularly harsh winter, they suffered a terrible famine. One hunter, who was wiser than the rest, he caught himself a rabbit.
[he takes a bite of his apple]
Hitchhiker: The hunter watched as his brothers fought like animals for the first bite of flesh, and who was second. No, he would not feed these people, he'd eat the rabbit himself. The village elder did not like this plan, as you can imagine; he wanted some rabbit, too. The elder told the hunter, that within every man, was the battle of two wolves, one good, one evil.
[Anna takes his hand]
Hitchhiker: "Which one wins?", the hunter asked. And the elder replied, "The wolf that wins is the
[slowly, in voiceover]
Hitchhiker: one you feed."
[he pretends to bite Anna's neck. She playfully fights him off]
