The sentry was startled, to say the least, by the bizarre creature, but Lightheart had seen it before. It had seemed terrifying, yet it said something about friends being made. Lightheart had no idea what a friend was, but if it was anything like an ally, then the creature could turn on her clan at any minute. And now was not the most opportune time to have a "friend", but it was also crucial.<br/>The sentry had already hoisted a rifle and had it raised to the being before Lightheart distracted him.<br/>"Sir, shouldn't the creature be trailed? That is our custom, is it not?"