(Akay. Here it is.)

Benthris crawled to the edge of her branch, Zvinn just staying put. Benthris held up a hand over her eyes, seeing several people on the horizon line. How would she see them, you ask? Far away in the muck and brush? That's a secret. For me to know and you to find out. The first one had a gun, and was talking about cops. Definitely not a potential friend. Not worth talking to either. Another was near the royal army base, crying about something. Definitely a threat, being so close to a base. And a guy almost below her tree. Eh, she'd kill him sooner or later. Maybe she could say hello. She swung down from the branch and crouched down, letting Zvinn rest on her wrist. She looked quite primitive, or atleast like a native indian. Except for the fact she was pale-skinned and had neon red hair, not to mention the home-made expensive looking clothing.