Whitefish River What the night knows

The male managed a smile. Maybe he wasn't as crazy as some people made him out to be. "Well, I collect just about anything they make, really. The things they put on their bodies, whether it be the shiny objects or the soft ones they wear on their backs. Those weird, thin, see-through objects that they store food and other items in. Heck, I even got some of those false claws they use to cut things with. If it's man-made, I want it." Beckett replied, sitting on his haunches as he did so.

He could obviously still tell by the look on her face that Koontz wasn't too comfortable with the idea of anything human. But at least the fact that she didn't just disregard everything he'd said after mentioning humans was a good sign. However, he decided that he should steer the conversation somewhere else for now. "So what can you tell me about this territory? I'm assuming you belong to a pack around here?" Beckett asked, looking back down at her.