"I happen to know there's more around, an' they're all looking for lunch, an' I'd just as rather it not be me."

His tone is a little vague as he concentrates. A...fight, a feeding frenzy, something of that nature, and Amos moves to go the other way: he doesn't want to get caught in that, mentally or physically. He wishes he were better at insects, or could find some bats or moths to help him work out the tunnel's layout.

"Guess you ain't met too many monsters."