Sitting near the corner, tail curled around his long legs patiently waiting for the sow and its young to move on. He was in no condition to fight the animal and didn't want to risk further injuries that could leave him unable to hunt at all or worse, crippled. A permanently downed flier was a dead one. The human was too small, too weak to be of much help so he was going to have to do most the work of savaging food.<br/><br/>He wasn't concerned about anything being toxic to the human since his superior senses allow me to detect what toxins are present in the fruit if any. One did not grow up a harsh environment such as the jungle and did not learn what could be eaten and could not be. His vast knowledge included what plants had medical uses and were every fruit and nut tree grew and which ones where ripe and when though he rarely ate it. He was far more interested in the prey animals the fallen fruit attracted like large slow burrowing animals that were easy pickings.<br/><br/>A faint rumbling growl drew his attention away from the entrance. The sound appeared to be emanating from his human companion. What the Pit was that? Did all humans make such strange sounds? Curious he craned his long neck, large nostrils flaring as he tried to figure out where the sounds were originating from. He ignored the strong stench emanating from somewhere outside, considering it of no threat.