Fred was still growling and grumbling at the new people. The girl the first man took from the new one smelled fine, it was one of the other ones that smelt wrong. She sniffed at the older one, then at the younger one. It was the little one that wasn't right. He walked, she assumed he talked, but he also smelt of death. People who didn't smell of anything were bad enough, but people who smelt of death? Her focus stayed on the little one and her growling grew more fierce.