T: Yes. Blind.
*the stars blur and rush together again, and when the two's surroundings resolves itself, they are in a dry ravine...covered with bodies. About twenty feet away a savage, enormous wolf-like creature crouches over one body, ripping it to shreds and devouring it*
T: It is called Fenrir. It cannot see or hear us. Even if it could, it would not understand. Its mind is all-consumed in its feeding frenzy.
Guy: I don't understand.
T: You will.
*In an instant, he was back on his ship, to Raschel yelling in his face* STOP THE SHIP!