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Titamu was too tired to bother to translate what the mongrels were saying, but just as she finally dosed off she caught the unpleasant stink of human. Propping herself up on one arm, she rubbed the near sleep out of her eyes and inhaled. It was definitely human, and with the sharp tang of metal and sloppily cleaned blood. She growled deepen her throat, a primal sound. She transformed as she stood, and was soon back in full demon form. "Hunters," she remarked, probably needlessly. Agile as a cat, she was out and above the cave in a swift, silent motion. Titamu crouched low into the rocky shadows, and could hardly keep her tail from flicking with excitement. The Demis would have a much more even match this time, judging from the number of humans she smelled. She even sensed the faint hum of little death Omens. Whether it was the humans' or halflings' deaths, she couldn't be certain.