The humans were noisy, and all-too-visible on the road. One of them had a tiny claw, but the tailypo had a blade just as large on every toe. They were nothing but food, now.

It swarmed down out of the woods, writhing across the road before turning to stare straight at the black-haired one in the lead. It was already injured; it would make easy prey.

Then it lunged, teeth bared, skipping the human's limbs and going straight for the throat.