Now and then some trivial argument would break out,
and one of them would kill another one, and all the
others would detach themselves from the killer as neatly
as blood clotting, and they'd consider the case and they'd
either excuse him, for some reason, or else send him out
to the forest to live by stealing from their outlying pens
like a wounded fox. At times I would try to befriend the
exile, at other times I would try to ignore him, but they
were treacherous. In the end. I had to eat them.
-Grendel,
John Gardner
He thinks they are weak and amusing
He thinks they are brave and honorable.
He thinks they are friendly and caring.
He thinks they are violent and untrustworthy.