Mimoso froze in her tracks, one heavily clawed leg in the air. She turned her head towards the common kuhna. In this dark all you could see of her were her markings and her blank, white eyes. But, from the obvious flarring brightness of her markings and the hiss-like whistle that escaped her it was clear that she was mad.
The kamo kuhna had shut her eyes tightly at the sudden noise, the immediate forest around them silenced by the out burst.
"You really shouldn't be that loud, Picasso," Kossori scolded, "You never know what might be out here,"
"...Like a group of gyrraptors," hissed Mimoso, "We'd better find your friend quickly and get out of here. We're in their territory and I am not of their pack," she said, making her way quickly through the under brush.
"We'd better keep up Picasso! Come on!" she sounded a bit... worried. I mean if they ran into a bunch of gyrraptors. Things were getting worse.
Mimoso was really starting to not like kuhnas.
"Don't worry Picasso. I would have called too. Don't be sad," the kamo kuhna said quietly to Picasso, "Mimoso just wants us safe,"