Rickicka dangled from a thread near the northern edge of the forest. This close to the grass land, the trees were thinner and shorter.<br/><br/>The temperate wind-storms that often hammered across the plains and smashed the edge of the jungle at this time of year had wreaked havoc on the telephone lines in this part of the jungle. There weren't many, it was true, because they were mostly used by hunting parties to coordinate their attacks and were often only temporary, but the permanent wires were here too, to keep the hunters in contact with the city.<br/><br/>And so, Rickicka spun out a thirty meter length of thread, coating it with just the right amount of hardener, she attacked one end to the frayed end of the broken line and used her jaws to chew it into place, making a strong, permanent bond. Then she ran easily up the Duntan Tree and flung a soft, light thread across the thirty meter gap to the next tree on the line, the one between having fallen in the storm. The thread caught in the branches and she tugged on it, then swung easily across the gap, scampering up to where the other broken end of the  line was attached.<br/><br/>She completed the repair and smiled softly to herself. Movement out on the plane caught her eye. An animal. Prey! Possibly time for a light snack before heading back to the city.<br/><br/>She scampered down the tree and picked her way through the undergrowth, and out onto the grassland. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84172.0;topicseen#lastPost)