Jenten leans his head to the side, looking to Raice. "Maybe he didn't have a choice."  Turning back to the shifter, Jenten gives him a more understanding look.  These "shifters" were probably a race minding thier own business until Alhanda utilized them... much like his people had minded thier business before the slaughter led by Seraph.<br/>"Do you want us to get back at her for you...?  Try and free the others of your people from her command...?"<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Karogen simply nodded, falling silent, staying close to Halvorson.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Kitten leans his head to the side, listening to the radio.  "Clent Station is supposed to be safe... but how do we know the rebels haven't taken control of the radio station?  They could be leading all the survivors to thier deaths for all we know..."<br/>He stopped, and reconsidered.  "On the other hand... aren't many humans around these parts that know how to use the machines there, I'd guess.  Well, as far as I know, anyway."<br/><br/>Sherra helds Maeve to set the blanket over the three of them, looking towards the bovine.  She looked like she had been through hell.<br/>"You alright, hun?"<br/><br/>Kitten frowned as they came upon the bodies, and began subtly looking around, his eyes scanning every inch of the surrounded area.  A threat could be nearby... though in case anyone was watching them, he kept the outward appearance of simply casually looking around, as if seeing one dead fur body was the same as seeing any other.