The nguruvilu looked around in awe as they walked down the dirt path. The trees were so tall, taller than the water was deep at their old home shore. She had seen them from far off, but she hadn’t bothered to venture into them before. For the first time, she felt quite small. The fur on her spine bristled, though she tried to hide it, lest Kital tease her for it.<br/><br/>She listened and heard many strange things, the sounds of little creatures she didn’t quite know. But then from far off, she heard very faintly the voices of humans. She pushed herself forward on Jarvan’s shoulder, supporting herself on her little paws. Her ears flicked slightly with interest. She couldn’t make out words, just voices. There was a quite a few humans up ahead. Then came the scream. The fox-snake hissed, bearing her fangs.<i>Danger.</i>She was sure the human must have heard it, the terror cry of his own kind, but she didn’t look at him. She kept her eyes fixed ahead, keeping watch for any hostiles.