[He relinquished the leg no issue. He liked a woman with an appetite, for sure.]

Many small things are dangerous in swarms: Bees, ants. But I speak of hunting, vedalken! The track, the thrill of the kill, the feast that follows. The rabbits were tasty, aye, but I'm accustomed to killing creatures weighing as much as more than ten of me.

The ones that wouldn't hesitate to stomp the life out of me should I alert it to me too early, or fail to observe the rest of its herd.