Stalker of Night was about as close of a human translation as you could get for the name of the Catha that silently crouched on the long limb of the Wyba tree, his dusky pelt kept the cold of the evening out and his amber eyes let him see even the smallest movements below him movements of strange creatures whom had arrived recently on his world he knew they were sentient the fact that they spoke to one another was enough for him to understand that but he could not work out what they actually said, their scents were mixed and unfamiliar, their tongue as strange as their looks, none of them had noticed him yet, and he preferred to keep it that way after all the matriarch herself had sent him to study not to interact. He noticed that they seemed slow like under a great weight and they gave off much heat plus their coverings said they had not adapted to the world yet, masks covered face and he gathered they had trouble breathing the air here, something he noted and filed away as he watched them go under him, a simple turn and claws repositioned letting him continue his watch though he was curious why they headed in that direction did they not realize that it was Yrika beast territory? The large predators were deadly and even his own people gave them a wide birth but these strangers appeared to not understand. But again his orders were clear and he would not warn or interfere. No instead he watched silently as they moved out of sight and then gave a shiver as he heard the screams and roars there were strange thumping sounds they used slug throwers? Primitive weapons? part of him tried not to laugh at the idea one might as well throw rocks at the Yrika than use fire arms, he watched as three came running back blood or he presumed it was blood covered ones coverings and he could smell the change in their scent, it was one that even he recognized, fear these creatures were afraid and he could not blame them.
He watched them return to their vessel leaping silently along the tree canopy until they left into the clearing and only then did he turn and head back towards the entrance to the ways, a light drop to the ground and he crouched looking around before letting out a series of low pitch commands, and then the ground opened below him as the lift began to take him down, at first the air remained cool but soon it warmed as he entered the settlement of Clear Waters Deep, without conscious thought he let his vision move into that of heat looking as he watched his fellow tribe mates moving about their business, from above, some farmed under the artificial suns of the farms while others moved towards the factory zone, but his destination was clear enough the high palace, the Matriarch’s house. As the lift reached the bottom of its run his eyes returned to norm and he stepped off a slow twitch of acknowledgement to Watcher of Skies and he smiled as he smelt the acknowledgement returned before he loped his way to his destination pausing only at the guards as he tilted his head and ‘spoke’ both auditable and with scent.
‘Back I return, matriarch sent, must see most report’
The white pelt female guard studied him for a moment with a slow snarl and then stepped aside.
‘Expected you are scout, clear air you smell’
He gave a slight smile and then he moved quickly within the lights gave the palace an open appearance and it was warm, part of him wanted to simply stretch and enjoy that warmth instinct told him it was rare though it had not been for many an age, but something’s are hard to ignore. He paused as he entered the main chamber where before a mass of screens sat the Matriarch her white and brown royal colourings marked her as did the thickness of her pelt he envied her mates after all she was a fine women and he could only hope one day to show he was worthy of a female half as strong as she. He waited until he smelt her summons, the slight change in scents telling him she knew he was their another set telling him that she wanted his presence, he walked proudly but with respect before her and then bowed his head faintly, keeping his posture unthreatening, after all she was not the only one in the room, four other females her daughters and a good hand of males watched and he knew should he act wrong he could easily be fighting for both his honour and his life.
‘Return you have Stalker of Night, what have you to tell of strangers?’
He enjoyed the musical tones of her voice and the scents that went with it, curiosity and concern where these creatures a threat?
‘Not of our world, clear but know this we did fleet reported when arrived. Two leg like we, covered in protection such as we when space bound, not breathe our air easy masks also not used to weight of world or dangers, five left vessel, three return, slug throwers used, scents mixed. Curious race, but know fear. Respect the above world this lot will learn, but do not know enough to say if they stay.’
The matriarch gave him another nod, there was far more in his words than simply the words after all he had given her his feelings in scent, other information that voice could not convey and she opened carefully a set of holograms and projected them.
‘Other ships land, other matriarchs tell. Much the same they say as you have reported. Watch you may, interact you may but show nothing, let know none, until we understand more we give away nothing. You do your mother honour Stalker.’
Stalker bowed again but his eyes watched the images the ships where strange different to their own, though clearly designed for atmospheric flight and he could see at least six, while three remained in space. It had him curious himself of these strangers they had not encountered strangers in many a cubs life time and dim memories from past ancestors tugged at him something about these strangers was familiar but he could not say.
‘Praise I not seek Mother of all, deep inside, familiar these outsiders feel, not understand why dim memory’
The Matriarch let her eyes narrow for a time looking at him very curious he felt uncomfortable at the scrutiny had he done something wrong? He did not flinch though before she spoke again.
‘You may be a-remember interesting rare in males tested later, go rest come tomorrow test we will’.