Jen lets out another whimper, claps her hands over her mouth and gags. "I saw it," she mumbled through her fingers. "The monster."

Danica starts passing on the information as she gets it. "Between five and six...old Pack...oh right. Shit. No, of course they weren't gonna be friendly, not if they remember us." She pauses, listening.

Whatever gets said next, she doesn't relay or respond to. Instead her eyebrows just go up, and she mumbles an acknowledgment and signs off.

"Old Sabbat pack. They may have been hunting us. Or maybe just here. But they're old school. Humans are just meat to them and I don't think they like to see us mingling."

She swallows and glances down as the others go quiet, watching her. "They've got some...modified...ghouls with them. They made them out of the sharks."

Maggie rubs her face. "Could you be more specific?"

"They gave them lungs. And legs."

"...fucking landsharks."

"Yes."