"I need equipment for a human baby."
Zanr turned from where he'd been scanning nerve grenades. They kept careful inventory of all their weapons.
Each warrior signed for any piece of equipment taken from the ammunitions room. "You have a small human?"
"My breeder's son is alive," Azagor said. Everyone knew that the humans had tried to lead them into a trap and that Susannah's child was believed dead.
Zanr nodded. "I would do the same for Rose. I wouldn't like a human in my dwelling, but I'd tolerate it for her. It's next to the human grenades." They had quite a collection of the primitive human weapons. Zanr cocked his head. "I would insist it is female. Maybe Susannah can ex-change him for a female."
"Human females are not that logical." Azagor walked to the shelf where he found much more than he wanted to take on a mission. "Human equipment is inefficient," he told Zanr.