Ghost slithered through the forest, grumbling to himself about low supplies. Other nagas had been encroaching on his territory and now he had no time to hunt.

A new scent suddenly hit him, causing him to pause. Slowly, he turned and began quickly moving in the direction the trail led to. He slowed once it got strong, moving low until he saw your form appear.

He stared, an encroacher on his territory, sure, but your scent was new. Odd. He kept silent, resigning to just study you for now.