LU 69 - Haruspex 1

Life, in excess, can become an obsession. One of the goals the Haruspex set upon himself, is, to create his Panacea. The ultimate vaccine, set in stone, bound by blood, a clean-up for a whole species past mistakes. That goal, obviously, requires blood and sweat to go anywhere. Throwing himself upon the vast wilderness had became routine for him. Get in, collect samples, test subjects, and get out. While the process itself is usually far from simple in execution, it shouldn't give him any real trouble. So, being confronted by a feral was... Something unique. For the first time, he had to deal with the concept that, his words couldn't affect a being that was barely alive to begin with. Life is a delicate balance of Body, Soul and Mind after all, and how a being that lacks a Mind truly consider themselves alive? Do they even care about being alive in the first place, or are they automatons bound by primal instinct, and the corporeal matter that composes their being? He had... A lot of time to think about that in the journey back to his home. After all, dogs can't really talk, can't they? Why did he thought she could? Why he kept trying to communicate with another being he was sure wasn't even alive? ...Wait, is that a fricking deer head--
...At the Nexus, Ves did... Something. He wasn't sure. True, balance can be artificially achieved, his Panacea depends on this sole concept to work, but, he didn't expect it to work flawlessly. By all accounts, someone that lacks a Mind can't really absorb experience directly. Or at least, they shouldn't. Do feral have minds, then? And if they do, is that limited to anthropomorphic feral, or maybe... Maybe the feral undead keep their minds when turning...? That would change everything.
I guess I shouldn't have bought a gun, after all.