At this, Istas finally turned her main focus to the man. (Not that this meant, of course, that she was not very much aware of everything the woman and these fearlings were doing.)

"Why do you wish for me to join up for the very entity that brought me here?" she said, most dubious. "Even if unintended, he is still responsible. And I do not trust a creature that hungers to eat an entire world. Such hunger would be without end." This, Istas knew, deep down into her very bones. She had felt the Hunger every day of her life, and it only demanded the constant consumption of flesh. It could be controlled, and managed, staved off as she grew fat with the steady food that civilisation provided - but it never, ever, went away.

She growled again at the lurking fearlings. "And I do not like these servants of Kuk. You will make them go away!"