(SE) it's a midnight intervention

Ray

Have you ever heard a shadow?
A whisper at night?

Ray chuckled through the bond. You've got the attitude of the Ark. Every single one of you has the same edge, it's rather telling. All of the ones that she'd met at least had a similar presence.  A little jagged around the edges, a little guarded. But good people. That's not opt say others besides those on the Ark weren't the same. But as ships go, it was a decent guess.

Ray was just scraping off the last section when Locke prodded her. Done. Twisting around, she swiped a gourd away.  Now let's finish these fuckers off. I'm sick of them. Pushing her collection behind her, the Attuned began to pounce on the pumpkins eagerly, claws sinking in deep in a satisfying manner.

The soft sound of paws,
In the dead of night?