[Were they built like this? Did they modify themselves? These and other questions, V can't ask at the moment, but they are able to consider them.

But their ears swivel around, alert even as Donnie asks his question, and their answer comes in the form of a growl.

It's a pity there aren't any trees... but slices of the leftover metal will do nicely for an additional improvised weapon. Taking some to hand, V points in a direction, just as the noise becomes more audible.

Back to the grind, seems like.]