Even Ilde is bothered by the incessant nature of the new keening, as she moves back further from the railing - it's low and indistinct to her ears, but it just keeps going like her ears are ringing and ringing and ringing. She frowns, barely, an expression that the earlier death-cries hadn't managed to draw out of her-

"Not scavengers," she says, her voice a little loud (like she's misjudging how loud she needs to be). "Predators."