Darran glanced down, unsubtly registering Itachi's not-yet-an-offer. The pangs in his stomach made him inclined to play nice. It wasn't that he had never gone without food before-- in fact he had-- but always before he'd been able to shift into wolf and either be in a form that could deal with the hunger better, or kill and eat something that his human form might balk at. And of his pack, he was the worst at going without food, he remembered that much.

"Well, the good news is I didn't see anything bigger than those fire dogs. But there's these freaky mechanical spiders. Small," he holds two fingers up to demonstrate, "but they've got needles on them, and they're agile little fuckers. Took me a couple of tries to stomp one, and I was pretty lucky not to get stuck with whatever poison it was packing. Then a minute or two later I saw at least fifteen or twenty of them coming at me from the same direction as the first. A swarm like that, I don't know how the hell you'd avoid getting jabbed. So I turned right around and booked it, and luckily they're not as fast as me. Probably if you had a flamethrower or machine gun you'd be okay? They seemed purely mechanical, not some weirdass magic."