The thick stench of rotting rood, leaves and noxious fungi was tolerable and preferable to being out in the cold rain. That and the reek would mask their scent from potential scavengers.<br/><br/>"My name?" He pauses, titling his head a bit so he could gaze at the human. There would be no way possible for the fleshling to even pronounce his name since his organic voice box was incapable of reaching the proper pitches and tones. "My name is not translatable into your language. You may call me what you want." He shifted slightly in thick cushioning bed of dry leaves trying to get more comfortable, wincing when the movement caused the injured limb to shift. He stilled, waiting for the sharp throb to die down. The sound of rain pattering down onto the rainforest floor was oddly soothing and gave him something to concentrate on other than the pain, sensitive ears picking up even the faint rustle of damp leaves caused by mufti-legged insect mindlessly making its way through the leaf litter. The rainforest was never truly silent or still, there was always a sound, always something moving. Always alive.<br/><br/>But if the flesh bags had gotten their way it would have been a barren and toxic waste land of populated only by scavengers and corpses.<br/><br/>Once the pain sufficiently dulled he went back to the task of tending to the potentially crippling wound. "The humans that came here before you were all them same." he hissed out. "They cared for nothing and caused a nothing but sorrow and death. They were proud of their ability to kill anything that moved.  Or was trying to protect its family from being slaughtered." he twisted his upper body trying to get at the wing but the angle was too awkward. Ever the stubborn one he tried another angle only to stop when the injured limb was jostled. He stiffed and pulled in a shallow hissing intake.