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Fwawkin creeps through the foliage, her ears twitching and her entire body tense.
Her eyes are trained unblinkingly on the strange vessel that has crashed to the planet's surface. It's smoking, filling the air with a foul stench.
Her eyes narrow when a piece of metal is pushed aside, then widen as a creature she's never seen before rises to its feet, swaying in place.
The grip she has on her spear loosens as it slowly turns to look at her with red eyes.
It lets out a roar, and Fwawkin runs, sprinting back into the safety of the jungle.