Hopper paused, crouching on a branch high above the Nymph and cocked his head to the side. What a curious creature, he mused. A flood of questions filled his mind, was it soft? How did it taste? What did it smell like? Was it good to eat? So on and so forth until he decided that the only way to answer his questions was to take his time and explore this new thing.<br/><br/>He almost dropped right in front of her then and there but it occurred to him that the ground was not safe. At least not for what he had in mind. He wasnâ€™t looking to gobble her up just yet, so heâ€™d need a place that would allow him relative peace while he tested this new thing. The Saytar had proven he couldnâ€™t do that on the ground so that leftâ€¦<br/><br/>His large eyes gazed above him and spotted four trees that were so close together their branches formed a small, rough, platform. It wasnâ€™t ideal but it was high enough to suit his purpose. He glanced down at the panting Nymph and tried to decide what was the best way to get her up there with a minimum of fuss.<br/><br/>He shrugged, opened his mouth, and let his long sticky tongue shot out. His intent was to snatch her up and yank her head into his mouth, where he could seal her senses off from the world while he took her up higher into the trees. While her upper body was in his mouth, his arms would keep the lower pressed close to him so she wouldnâ€™t slip out by accident. No sense losing a prime catch due to carelessness after all.