Lakama walked past where Cuan and Daiki were enjoying themselves. When he heard grunting he instictivly crouched low to the ground until he could make out the exact direction of the sound. He leaped up into a tree before scanning for the creator, or creators, of the noise. The goo on Daiki's wings easily gave away his position from the slight glare given to them by the sun. He grasped a branch above him to keep ballance while he silently observed Cuan and Daiki playing. The thought of hopping down and gulping them both while they were distracted crossed his mind but, since interuppting someone elses fun was rude, he discarded it and continued watching, particularly interested in the cat's wings.