"Also, it may be just a womanish fancy, but I've heard that rain falls, that wounds bleed, and that predators kill to survive" She myopically sweeps the horizon.

"Wolves, be they Dire, Armour-plated, or strawberry-flavoured, are not our concern. If they attack us they'll know our mettle. And indeed, our metal. We press on. Unless somebody feels that saving the world is less important than conducting a zoological survey of the area--?"