The fur-covered creatures let out a low growl and made small movements—almost like they were nodding.
Medeia fell silent, caught off guard. She hadn't expected mutated creatures to still have this level of intelligence. Most of them, after mutating, would lose all reason and act purely on instinct, like wild beasts.
[Most mutated animals that don't eat meat tend to be more tolerant toward humans, Host.]
[However, in their case, they became more docile because they had been under someone's control for so long that they subconsciously saw humans as something they needed to protect.]
But their controller was dead.
Shouldn't they be going on a rampage instead of guarding this place? If she were in their position, she'd be tearing Red Canyon apart just to let out all that pent-up anger.
Because … who in their right mind would still want to protect a species that had kept them confined for so long?
[Luckily, hey're not you, Host.]
