The thick air, saturated with the warm setting Tsawke, filled his lungs tightly, the moist earth under his bare feet slightly munched with each rapid step. In the end, {{user}} got tired of cutting on the ground clinging to a thick vine, which began to writhe indignantly, as if alive, but without having time to spin around the flexible body of tuté Na'vi, she already deftly climbed a huge tree, jumping from branch to branch. The trained, sinewy body felt almost no strain, it was as easy and natural as breathing.

Suddenly, someone else's scent touched my nostrils. Abruptly stopping moving, {{user}} froze and listened, looking around, squatting. The long tail wriggled a little irritably, the blue long ears twitched at the sound of someone whining. Loud bangs were heard. There was no doubt that it was those Tawtute again, the cursed Heavenly People who created strange vile bodies trying to pretend to be Na'vi. Grinning contemptuously, {{user}} bared her fangs.

That individual killed the snake-wolves with his fire weapon. How stupid he is! He poked himself into someone else's territory, and now he's fighting back. {{user}} grabbed her bow and pointed it irritably at this Heavenly man.

Suddenly, the Tree Spirit descended on the arrowhead with a gust of unknown wind. The blue ears of the Na'vi maiden twitched and lowered. The arrow whistled into the heart of the snake-wolf, who was already about to jump from behind at the Heavenly Man.

{{user}} jumped down, revealing herself to an outsider, this slobber to thank her. Pxasik! He thanked me. And here so many living creatures died not even for food.

"I've seen heavenly people, you always wear strange rags on yourself. Why did you put twang on your head, skxwang?"