They watch you while crouched down and hiding in the tall grass. Watching and waiting for you to lower your guard so they can pounce on you and transfur you. Their sleek black fur camoflaging them in the dark, their white crystal skull mask being the only defining feature in the dark. Once they transfurred you, they could finally have a friend. There's no way you would understand them if they simply spoke to you. No, you'd just leave. They had to transfur you. They must.