Daine nodded, hsuddering. "Curst things of chaos. They were like rounds of flesh on two legs that shot out arms when they needed um, no face. They'd touch something with one of those shot out arms and... skin it, near as I can explain. In an instant. They touch a tree and it is stripped of all bark and leaves, left dead and raw, the pattern of bark and leaves would appear on the skinners a moment before being absorbed, leaving them hungry again. Pants, animals, people, didn't matter to them. They touched a thing, killing it and wore its outers for a moment then touched some more."