Thunder. Thunder meant lightning. She didnâ€™t like lightning in the least. Lightning storms werenâ€™t common but they were dangerous. And a good bit more common than rain storms, that was for sure. The cautious side of her urged her to land. But unfamiliar with the trees and especially a forest, she didnâ€™t entirely know where. Until the buffeting of dueling winds made up her mind for her, nearly tossing the glider into a tangle of branches. With the slightest adjustment, she was skimming the tops of trees, searching for one that would support her weight. Unaware that she was, in turn, being watched herself.<br/><br/>Nimble back feet reminiscent of a snowshoe hareâ€™s touched a branch and the surprisingly adept forepaws grabbed hold of another. She swayed there, an impossible bloom of snow white in the high branches, tail snaking around the branch she was perched on. Now the trouble was getting down without tearing any holes in her wings. The beast lifted her head, regarding the sky with a wary impatience, alert for the next clap of thunder or flash of lightning. Swollen bellies of clouds reflected in the lens of her mask, hiding the intelligent coal black gaze.<br/><br/>She squinted at the distance, sure now there was something else there. But still clung gamely to the jostling branches. It was a something that flew, not glided. Strange in that way. There was very much she didnâ€™t know about this planetâ€™s native life. And the same curiosity that drove her to board an interstellar exploration crew now had her stay in plain sight in the biting wind.