Logan was scratching his head, though it only meant rubbing in warm blood to later dry and flake there. He sniffed for the creature's scent, but aside from the creature's tentacle, the beast itself was long gone. But there was at the very least a trail, should they decide to follow it.

"Big. Ten feet tall at least. Thin and wiry, more leg and arm than anything else. The bastard didn't seem to have a face. Just three of these things in its chest. But he was fast. I ain't ever seen anything move that fast. The goddamn thing tried to french me."