Garrett really, really wants to attack. This thing is exactly like all the others, the creatures that maimed him and his friends, the reasons they needed to have watches awake at night for all those harrowing months. The world would be better without her in it.

Then again, he's watched his beloved hound rip out throats and disembowel enemies. How many people would consider Ox a vicious beast?

He lowers his sword and slides it back into its sheath.

"Maker's breath," Garrett exhales. "You should put a bell on her."