[ It's certainly not a dog. Trassel is a wolf almost the size of a bear, a jagged scar down its right eye. As Sam approaches, Trass' eyes open, and blink at him. His tail flicks. ]

[ Matthias nods to Sam. His gaze flicks over him in quick assessment; Zemeni, the light-loose posture doing a lot to shift Matthias out of his usual grave demeanour. (Maybe about 5% out of it.) ]

I've been asking. It seems there are more dangerous creatures around here. [ Remember the rats? Matthias sure does; zero stars on Alien Yelp, not doing that again in a hurry. ] At the very least, we need to know more about the terrain, on our own time. If we're able to bring back food and supplies, it would do a lot of good.