Standing on the Rooftops

Her eyes narrowed, an odd look shot at him. "Pretty fuckin' sure I did say. So unless you're deaf, what the hell?" In her years as a loner and even prior to that, Kroc had never heard such a statement of agreement. Then again, it was quite possible she had and forgot, or simply hadn't been paying attention. 

"Anyway. We need to mark the path leading in here. If any of the pack chases prey into this shit, they're basically gonna end up like a fuckin' bug." Dead. Pancaked, even. So really dead. "Go back and mark where we came in. Then return and we'll move forward." Especially with parasites on the way, marking the danger within their own realm was important. It had to be done.