"It's eyes? Yes I suppose so?" He's not sure what Onni is getting at. He didn't make a habit of staring down the animals that he hunted. He made sure they didn't suffer and then field dressed them as quickly as possible.

Other than the creature having strange talons it hadn't seemed to abnormal, it had reacted like any other animal he'd hunted.

"I was going to take it to the kitchens, I don't eat meat - but someone will want it. It can feed a lot, and we can freeze the rest. Better to be prepared if theres a famine or the game becomes diseased or the crops die." If there's a worst case scenario, Pratt has imagined it.