- 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.
- Dewey Wilson: [Ending voiceover] In arrogance man knows nothing of what exists. There exists on this earth such as we dare not imagine; life as certain as our death, life that will prey on us as surely as we prey on this earth.
- 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...
- 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.
- 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 and Dewey are up on the top of a bridgeworks]
- 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 unhooks Dewey's safety line]
- Eddie Holt: Or an eagle.
- [Dewey looks down, a long way...]
- 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...
- 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.
- Ferguson: What are you two trying to pin on the big bad?
- Dewey Wilson: A murder case.
- Ferguson: What? A hitman in a furcoat.