"It.. it just ate them."
Logue panted, letting his body shamble into a sit.

Cricket mused at the mercenary, his head tilting to take in the emotions at stake. "Yes, it did." He'd confirm, gaze wandering to their companion, Teeth. It was no courser, that was for sure. Large, carnivorous dentition lining it's gums, unnaturally pupils, raised tail and thin, tucked-up build.

Teeth would stare back when Cricket's gaze landed on him, tilting his head to mimic the heraldic's movements. They were judging him, he had gathered as much. The expression Logue sported told him enough, tongue drawing over his lips to clear them of the blood that was caked around his muzzle.

He had gotten overzealous, he had been hungry. He had consumed parts of the adventuring party that attempted to take over their camp. He couldn't help it, the hunger had nagged on his bones, it had stung through his heart, it had buzzed through his brain. Until he answered it.

Suddenly, a wisp floating past his face would drag him out of his thoughts, the large palomino courser known as Ken would follow it. He shook his head to get the hair out of his eyes before looking towards Teeth. "You doing okay?" He inquired, musing over the thought.

Teeth would only nod in response, tail that was previously tucked raising once more.