Ward's been keeping to himself, looking to Kara and the rest - before he speaks. It's hard not to reach for authority, to bark orders, to make himself hated. It's hard not to want a gun to just - even a tranq gun. A night night gun...

He breathes deep, "Can we use magic and will they run if we approach them. It's a -" He stops himself.

"I suggest a waiting game. If they've been here awhile they have burrows, homes. Find their homes, set no-kill traps...and wait."