Trees rustled forcefully as a shape cut its way thought their leaves, moving so quickly that it was nothing but a pale green, pounding blur. The swath through the trees changed direction suddenly, arcing right at a nearly perfect 90 degrees. Then it stopped, and the green-and-mauve feathered head of a Mossdog shot into view. It parted dangerous jaws, releasing a chirruping growl, and disappeared again into the foliage.
Another, larger shape followed the Mossdog's path, carving a much wider trail through the rainforest fronds. Where the Mossdog's head had been a few moments before, a green-scaled claw smashed a leafy sapling viciously aside. In its emerald absence, a tall, pale-skinned girl was revealed, with green almost as vivid as the forest trees spilling from the roots of her blonde hair. Full lips were stretched into a fanged grin, her cobalt eyes nearly glowing with some strong emotion. After a moment, the scaly claw shrunk eerily into a delicate, slim-fingered hand.
The girl frowned. "Would you slow down?" She yelled ahead at the Mossdog - or at least, in his general direction. "Not all of us can go traipsing along through the rainforest as if it's home, you know."
The Mossdog's head appeared again, farther ahead of her than the disguised Battlefang would have thought. He whipped his head around to face her, giving another growl that sounded more like a hiss.
The Battlefang snarled. "Tepid, we are not just out for a stroll." Organic she may be, but Myra would never have chosen the Tengel Rainforest for a nonchalant stroll. "I don't know why we're out here, actually." Myra blinked, realizing that she was barely hearing the Mossdog's reply. She looked after Tepid, and could barely see him. She started after him angrily.
"Curse it, Mossdog! Would you just slow down!"