Ciaran eyed the upper branches of the trees in the dark, stepping over branches in his muddy boots. This wasn't really a monster hunt for him. For one thing, he didn't think they were monsters: as of yet they didn't know how sentient these creatures were, and how could you label something a monster if you weren't sure whether it was acting on more than instinct? From the reports of missing students and the attack on a senior, it seemed that these things acted out of hunger rather than malice.

It wasn't a hunt either. Some of the students had, no doubt, been under the impression that it was, but how could they possibly understand this new, alien creature by simply killing them off? No, this was research. Rather hands on research, but research all the same. If they could find more of them, perhaps youngsters, they could find out more about their lifecycle and possibly put some theories forwards on why they had ended up in the woods by the school.

For Ciaran, these shape-shifting, face-eating bats were rather interesting.

He gave Keegan a sidelong glance and shruuged mutely before looking up again. This was definitely a good place for the creatures to hide during the day but he had to wonder whether any of them would stay here. It didn't seem likely that many students would wander so deeply into swampy territory; if the creatures had killed those missing kids, they must've left their daytime hiding place to hunt.

There was a good chance they weren't home after all...but then how long did they hunt for? What time? How often did they need to feed?

Ciaran sighed through his nose. The sooner they could find out more, the better.