Ciaran breathed a sigh of relief when the creature finally stopped moving. Because the animal was such a mutable shape, it was difficult to keep in position and somehow it had managed to get its mouth in chomping distance of his fingers.

Not a good prospect for a musician.

He glanced at Keegan, who was bleeding but on his feet again, and then at his own hands. They were scratched quite a bit, and at some point the creature had bitten his wrist, but nothing serious. "I'm okay," he shrugged.