<span style="font-weight: bold">Vampire</span><br/>The silver female turns and twists in her improvised nest, nervously; then, suddendly, she perceives a psychic message (<span style="font-weight: bold">Awar</span>'s). It is too articulated for her to comprehend, but she understands it is cried out from another lonely creature seeking for company. Yet, for a bit she remains uncertain on how to react. After several minutes of puzzlement - spent meditating over her few "toys", a big ball of wool and a rubber squeaky cube stolen from the trash pits - she decides to "answer", again quite timidly. The message is again not verbal or articulated, but it could be translated as "<span style="color: #BF40FF">Me here too. You no Zerran</span>"<br/>While waiting for a response, she decides her nests needs something more interesting than such little toys. Maybe a bigger one? One of those bipedals? So, when she gets tired of the toy, she can eat it?<br/>By mere coincidence, while she's still pondering, the distinct smell of living, breathing and sweating preys exhudes from an air vent. She licks her lips in anticipation ... Maybe it's time to actually go hunting. The aroma comes from a nearby herding point for these interesting bipedals, one from which other strange smells often come - things sugary and things alcoholic. Could she read, she would maybe know it as Old Jenny's.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Dread</span><br/>Hearing the call from his akin Vrag, Dread sends him another message, assuming the previous might not have been received. He tries to concentrate more, hoping no other creature detects it.<br/>[To<span style="font-weight: bold">Awar</span>]<span style="color: #004000">"Greetings. I am Dread. This is a good territory. There's plenty of prey for both of us, you agree? We can share them."</span>. Considering the possible benefits, he adds:<span style="color: #004000">"Maybe cooperate. Hunt togheter."</span>