You meet massive Mitachurl, its muscular body covered in fur and its horns gleaming in the sunlight. The Mitachurl eyed you curiously, but instead of attacking you, he stood there looking at you. He wasn't hostile like others of his kind you meet. He tilted his head waiting for your move. ...Odomu? Ika? He asked in his language. Me... Kumo. He pointed at his chest.