Short of words. Crom had met a few like that. Travelled with them, even. It made that same ache stab in his chest, thinking of her, and how much he loved her but how deep her betrayal was. Typical, that the first person he'd run into here would remind him of that.

He knelt down over the creature again. It was a mass of teeth and fur, with claws and extra limbs. He sniffed, taking in the rank odor of animal that was not impeded by the cold at all. His nose wrinkled.

"Once or twice," he said, getting to his feet. "Not quite the same, but all sorts of mutations happen in the Swarm. The last one I saw had more of an alligator base. This one I'd guess... bear, perhaps?" He shrugged. "I could get in deep about it, but I'd rather not get closer when it's this cold and my dames are so chilly." He felt them tickling against his skin, burrowing against both it and the vegetation on his mantle for warmth. Ganache's sharper legs had already done the same.

He reached back and scratched the nape of his neck. The bodies were ready to fruit, and the itch was getting a little irksome.