Ryu stopped by the corpses, gagging in revulsion. It seemed everywhere he turned he was plagued by death, and most of it was caused by him. But for now Ryu could only push those thoughts aside and focus on the survivors of the Kumiho village. He helped when he could, but mostly he stood back and gave them space. It felt awkward being around his own kind, especially since none of them liked him in the least bit. Ryu stepped out of the cover of the flora, looking up at the sky and trying to determine how much longer they had.