Bloody damned things! Attacked me, they did. Ravening, they play with their prey, ripping it shreds and tossing the parts around like soccer balls before finally devouring it in a mad frenzy of blood and gore.

Had to shoot a couple more than once, too. One I shot vanished entirely. Thought Eiseley could have them mounted for her den, y'know. Go well there, with the rug made from the skin of the bear she strangled a few months back.