Ouroboros Spine Are there bandits at grandma's house?

What he said was true. There were a limited amount of 'active' scents; Tonravik, SFB, Kodiak, and herself. The others seemed to be more reclusive, and familiar to the Warden only because she had met a fair few of them at the borders. "Better than zombies," Was her only reply, a brief memory of a dark wolf on a dark night coming forward, his moans and fucking weird antics making her frown again. 

He distracted her though and her gold eyes cast upwards to look so that she could answer. Except what the fuck was he looking for? She gave him a weird look but answered. "Clouds. Stars. Other shit." Kroc was so well spoken.