Rylan cooked a meat dish from one of the dead crew's cargo and placed it about a meter from the hole. I'd been too focused on the busted plasma welder as the creature ran between my legs and under the shelter. But it couldn't be much bigger than the hole and I could only fit my head in.
Rylan told me about the cats on Earth and how they fit into small spaces as long as their head fit.
What? I think he made up "cats."
A deep vibration filled the shelter, strangely soothing.
Rylan opened the door, smiling. "Pspspspsps."