Quote Witchety Grub:<br/>Draekin moves through the chaos of the camp, his grey pelt barely visible to the invaders until he is upon them. All flee before him, Nation and Man alike. He does not stalk these Men, no; he throws himself amongst them, flashing claws and teeth, a growl on his lips that promises pain and death.<br/><br/>Just beyond the fire's glow, he comes upon a group of five Men, gathered around the corpse of an Elk of the Nation, their stone spears red with blood. Draekin leaps amongst them, baring one to the ground and ripping at the Man's stomach with his hind claws. Staring into the Man's face as he screams in pain and fear, a dark joy fills Draekin. The others flee blindly, their spears forgotten in the face of the apparition before them, and Draekin lowers his jaw towards the Man's throat, slowly, savouring the moment...but then his head whips up, ears erect, as he hears Kiitani's name called by a guttural, alien voice.<br/><br/>With a snarl, Draekin abandons his victim and speeds towards the Mystic and the two men that accost him.