[ a nod of her head as they continue to walk towards a clear area where it looks as though the greenery — as little as there is — had been spared by whatever fire burned down the town. the longer she takes in the scent, it doesn't... smell as bad as the first time? how intriguing. ]

Yeah. You mentioned they were like wild animals — on the hunt whenever they see a person? Or did they have some humanity left in them when they're alone?