Chapter 132: Taran

"No, I don't think he did it for the joy of killing," Skye says thoughtfully. "Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen an emotion even close to joy or pleasure in that man. I believe he was studying it as he baited it. He was watching its reactions to his movements."

A thought occurs to me. "Do you think he does that often? Watches them?"

She nods absently, reaching into the crib to touch her nephew again, as though she can't get enough. "Yes, I've seen him watching them, studying the way they move. He once said he thought they acted like predator animals in a pack. Only more primitive, less calculating than a pack animal might display."

I think about what Skye is disclosing, the potential importance. She catches the look on my face and nods her head. "I know, if we can discern patterns in their behaviour it could be potentially groundbreaking in our war against them."