        No, he decided, that probably wasn’t it.  They had not seemed aggressive at all in their first meeting; as surprised as they had acted, he suspected that they had never seen a creature like him before.  If he were to assume they were aggressive and kept trophies of their kills, then he would have been an irresistible target.  He remembered how big game hunters used to kill animals just because they could, and then display them on their walls for bragging rights, and shuddered a bit as he imagined himself displayed in a trophy room, his head right above the fireplace, and perhaps the alien resting its feet on a human-skin rug.  That seemed unlikely.