Kakkahaar spy was the first thought on seeing the har in front of him and his eyes flash with anger for a moment before he can control himself--though it does take a moment or two and a few deep breaths. Not the har he'd expected to see here. How much longer could he contain himself, then? And how long until human blood wasn't enough?

At least he stood his ground. He wasn't supposed to be a Varr anymore.

"Lianvis. Is your own hole not good enough?"