The little fox-snake kept her eyes fixed on the strangers, her ears twitching as she listened to her companions. She eyed the dark-haired female with the strange sticks on her back through the underbrush. She didn’t know what an archer was, but luckily there was only one female that seemed hostile. She was the only female, right? The nguruvilu eyed the two other hostile humans. No, they were... they were definitely male. Right? Yeah. Yeah... they had to be. Probably. She shook her head and returned her focus to the surly short-haired one.<br/><br/>Her fur prickled at the idea of crawling through the dirt. Especially if she was going to be fighting humans. She wound her tail tightly around Jarvan’s shoulder, giving him a sidelong glance before turning her attention back to the archer.<i>I’ll take her out </i>she seemed to say<i>but I’m not getting down.</i><br/><br/>She glanced over at Kital’s complaints as well. She knew her friend was proud of her name, but she wasn’t sure why. The nguruvilu never had a name and didn’t understand why Kital was so protective of hers. Would she have a name some day? Did she really need one? Her attention was taken when the stick-woman tensed.<br/><br/>She gave a soft hiss as the dark-haired woman pointed one of her pointy sticks at the other human woman.<br/><br/>The fox-snake prepared to blast the archer’s hands if she made any further aggressive moves towards the other human.