A weapon - she can understand that concept at least. She can also understand that the dogs are a lot to handle, even for a Twoleg. It makes her wonder why they bother keeping such creatures in their dens.

Bluestar chances a glance behind her - she can smell the dogs coming, but it's hard to get a good sense of how close they are. They're too different from the dogs she's used to, too much like death.

"Can you go any faster?" Despite her best attempts, her tone slips and she sounds just a bit snippy. "We won't have a choice if they catch up."