We need more information before we plan a strike. [He hates leaving a threat undealt with. But if they can't kill it they'd be throwing their lives away. He doesn't want to explain to the rest of them why a very familiar arm is sticking out of that thing. The thought makes his stomach churn with revulsion.

He guides Alfor past a flock of pages spiraling around a harried-looking Tigerlily. The cat lets out a frustrated noise. Keith keeps moving.]

Wish I knew what part of the ecosystem it even plays a part in. That doesn't seem natural or normal.