[mainard]

Zuum's eyes are wide as he stands, shaking faintly, off to the side of the irate, fuming slig, his hands curled together into a tendony lump as his gaze settles somewhere slightly off to the left of the sligs head. saying in a very soft, almost casual voice. "Yes. well. you seem in a bit of a bad mood sir... I guess I'll just stop pestering you now..." As the form of the Screamer dissapears down the corridor, he watches it, his eyes almost calm in a faint state of shock. commenting idly, he murmers in an almost pleasant voice.
"You know... he was here just a moment ago. I'm sure he isn't that far away currently, unfortunately. he's probably coming back to eat us both or something equally horrible. er, do you have a weapon on you?" Looking down, he blinks a little, his eyes moving to the two straining, shreiking forms now slightly calmed from their wild, feral screaming on the end of their leash. "Well, besides those things..."
Zuum shivers a little, cocking his head to the side as he listens intently, his large eyes wide in the relative gloom.
find your center. calmness. concentration. feel the quarry, feel the mind...
he thought back to all those times with the shaman, sitting in the grass outside the village, learning the ways of the mind... maybe he might be able to pull off some hopeless miracle. maybe... yeah, right.
Daunted, he turned slightly, a terrible sense of intuition suddenly making itself known in the back of his mind, and asks casually. "Hey. you wouldn't happen to have a knife would you?" smiling softly, he adds. "I promise I wouldn't use it on you..."