Red Snout clambered into the back of the Mystery Machine, carefully laying his rifle on the bottom of the vehicle. It was quite smoky in here. Were they performing some sort of ritual? He cocked his head to one side.

"What is the purpose of the smoke?" The scent was somewhere almost sickening, but had a cloying sweetness all the same. "It makes it difficult to see. And to breathe."

The raptor coughed.