"Going to leave the sec-jokers a little surprise." The ork reached into an ordnance pouch, slipped the pins from two grenades, and wedged them under the pile of dead animals. He glanced at Skater. "Relax, kid, I know you figure these nitbrains were just doing their jobs, even if they sicced these razored hounds on us. This is just pepper gas. It’ll make them uncomfortable for awhile, and definitely throw any other animals they bring up off the scent."