"Mine?" He asked, looking to Grint as though sharing some sort of snatch of telepathic conversation. His voice picked up, indignantly. "Why would I kill an outpost of rangers? I found it like this."

Grint came winding it's way towards them all, curling around with the instinct desire to flank other beings of uncertain allegiance. Stalk. Everywhere the spiky thing went, it seemed to stalk with a malevolent desire for violence. Then, at other times, it seemed as aloof and stupid as a child frolicking in filth. "Surely you know what caused this, Sef." Joachim said, pointing his unmarred arm to the bunker. "The monsters were drawn to them. They sense life. They track it down and end it. You've seen them, haven't you?"