[Oh, god. He's not built for crying strangers. The mere threat of it is enough to make his ears pin back along his skull.]

I promise - whatever you're trying to fix, it weren't meant to be here. This is a... Wrong turn. What's wrong with them is something I ain't really sure can be fixed.

["They're mad because we eat them" is not a conversation to have with an aready upset and terrified lady in the woods.]

That's... I ain't sure how to answer that, if I'm honest. This is real, but it ain't what I'd call "real world" either. It ain't home.