He chuckled softly. "A few," he replied. "Couple werebears. Werecoyotes. Think there's even a weretiger. They call it alterspeciesism here though," he continued. "But s'far as I know they're not particularly associated with the quarry so much as they're associated with the forest on full moon nights."
Pausing, he let his gaze play over the water. "The quarry's more prone to fits of anti-gravity," he said finally. "When they're working down there, they've usually got stuff marked off, but just watch for things floating and avoid that area," he continued with a slight smile. Not that it was particularly funny - shit happened down there more than he cared to think about to land people in the hospital. Usually it was mild enough they could handle it at the clinic, but not always. Not when the big shit floated and fell. Or when people got stuck suspended because the patch didn't move on but lingered and unless there was something to grab onto to pull one's self out of the patch ... well.
"Usually they're easy enough to spot coming though, if you're looking," he concluded.