A low growl can be heard as she hears the word 'humans', raising her head up to look at the helicopter hovering above us, showing her fangs at the flying machine. She begins slithering along her mate, matching his speed now, holding his hand tight on her paw.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Humans... I had to deal with them before... Thoses are hunters, right? Coming in to kill or capture us, and, most probbaly, any living beings of these parts they can put their dirty hands on...</span><br/><br/>She's still growling, looking up for time to time while they slitehrs back to their hidden den, when something strikes her mind. She slows down, keeping his hand into her paw to force him to slow down too.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Hun, we can't go back to our den! They're following us!</span>she says while pointing to the helicopter still hovering above their heads.<span style="font-style: italic">If we go back to our den, they'll discover it's location, and hunt us down there. We wouldn't be safe anywhere if they discover where is our home...</span>