Watching the alien cutting and gathering the plants was really starting make Shavar's blood boil with disdain, and even outrage. Who was this creature to be taking from Tuvaki land as if it was its right to do so?!? He couldn't take it any more, he was going to teach this thing a lesson... and final one, at that, if the male warrior had anything to say about it!<br/><br/>He flicked out his long tongue, he could almost smell the creature's agitation, and he wondered if he had been spotted but the alien didn't seem to make any other signs that it noticed anything was amiss. Then, suddenly and without warning, Shavar came crashing out of the bushes, making as much noise as he could and almost growling at the alien, his phallic tail raised high above his head, the barb already dripping with its venom as he reached out to the alien's mind...<br/><br/>...nothing, silence...<br/><br/>Which was just as well to Shavar, as he circled around the alien and attempted to weigh in his mind how much of a threat this creature could be to him. Its cutting implements didn't seem all that impressive, to be honest, but Shavar had enough experience as a hunter to know that looks could, indeed, be deceiving.