"Reptilian," said Caroline and there was more disgust than horror in her voice.
The Hellhounds stepped down from the ship and stood uncertainly, their snouted faces turning toward the Earth ship, then swinging from side to side to take in the country.
"Caroline," said Gary, "I'll stay here and watch. You go in and get the guns. They are in the locker.”
"They won't work," said Caroline.
"I want to be sure," Gary told her.
He heard her turn from his side and go, climbing up the ladder into the entrance lock.
The Hellhounds still stayed near their ship. They're confused, too, Gary told himself. They don't understand it any more than we do. They're nervous, trying to figure out just what to do.
But they wouldn't stay that way long, he knew.
Shadows flitted in the mushroom forest. Some of the natives, perhaps, sneaking around, keeping under cover, waiting to see what happened.
Caroline spoke from the lock. "The guns aren't any good. They won't work.