The young man on the tree branch shifted, slowly sitting up on the bough while maintaining an almost catlike balance. While he does so, he watches the Zurian that is a little apart from the herd, walking around the clearing. The creature is as big as a calf, its small horns and tail looking completely non-threatening.

“See how one zury is separated from group? So, it is young. Most likely recently weaned off of its mother’s milk. Therefore, it is capricious and sometimes unpredictable,” he explained as he watched the zurian pacing the clearing on the other side.

He smiled slightly, his gaze following the movements of the small animal. “Although, of course, not as capricious as people often are,” he thought silently.