He had been adamant about finding the weapons himself in his first weeks here, the thought almost gets a smile out of him. "There's a sign-out," he explains. "I can show you after lunch." So much for not doing the newbie thing.

Frank circles back, thinking about what animal she could mean. A skunk would leave behind a smell, unless it wasn't a real skunk. Like the vampire deer, there was more to them. Maybe their spray had different effects, if not odor? He looks down at the dogs patiently waiting for something to fall and sighs.

"You might not wanna go back out there on your own. Safety in numbers."