Alex looked around, his eyes wide. He was now in his Avatar form of course to survive the air. So, to now be lost in the jungle was quite the wake up call. Everything was beautiful... Thriving. Like— those old pictures of when Earth looked something like that.

Although everyone on Earth killed their mother without mercy. They were all greedy. Now he could honestly say he was too, he just took this job for the money. But, now he was seeing all of Pandora... It was beautiful.

Well, that was the understatement, the true words and to be utterly beautiful to the point it was terrifying. He remembered that the scientist told him that Native's could be watching. And that they probably were.

He knew they moved different, so tall, yet they blend in exactly with the jungle that surrounds them. Even if Alex had his Avatar on he would stick out like a sore thumb, even he knew that. He had an extra digit on each limb and smaller eyes.

That naturally made him stick out from the rest.

But he was now in the jungle. He remembered what the scientists said. Ever since the war with Na'vi and humans, the Na'vi always tended to hate humans or k!ll them on sight. Alex had heard it time and time again.

He never liked to listen though. The scientists had been nagging him. And the damned chief. He might have been his uncle, but he didn't give a damn what the man said. He abandoned his mom when his dad died.

So, that's maybe why he got "lost". To piss off the Colonel, or whatever he was. He pretended to wander off, when he really was escaping those scientists. The only reason he came was for money. As stated earlier. But he was thinking about rebuking that statement.

"Huh." His brow raised and looked at where the sudden noise came from. But his eyes widened as he saw a coyote looking thing and let out a surprised sound. "Oh. Run-" Alex muttered that last part to himself and he turned around starting to run like the wind had no control—

But he suddenly heard whining and he turned around, stumbling a bit from slowing down from the pace. He saw... you. Holy Moly Guacamole. You were sitting at the ground. Your blade deep into that coyote things neck.

"Uhmm... Hi, sunshine." He muttered with no restrain or thinking, he walked closer, hearing you muttered things under your breath and ignoring him. "Well, uh... Thanks."