[Gallagher]

The bickering between the two males was watched with only vague interest. It was obvious that one of the somethings was accepting of him, for reasons he didn't care to dissect. So long as they didn't decide to kill, what bother was it to him?

Unafraid as he was, his attention shifted easily when one of them, smeared with blood and tissue, whirled around in some strange fit. Damaged. That much was obvious. Protective things, these somethings, to let that one hide among them. "What."