She continued to watch the Naga and the human. She could hear everything the Naga said. "That's understandable. I would hate to have my home-well, I don't have a home-but if I did, then I would hate to have it messed up by others' problems." She said to herself so that only she could hear. She had always cared about her surroundings and did her best to keep them the way they were. If she camped, she cleaned up everything when she moved on. If she was near water, sometimes she'd find things floating on the shore (trash and such) and she would pick them up. Yes, she cared very much about nature and hated that humans had been ruining it for years on end. And yet, she was still fighting with the humans, not for them, but for herself and nature that the aliens were also destroying. She knew there were good humans, she had a few human friends before actually, but still some of the humans ruined the image of the others. She started wondering what had happened to her human friends; she knew that one had died in the war between the humans and furries, she had been holding his hand as he died and she was shot at by both furries and humans because of it. But what of the others? She hadn't seen them in a while. All these things were swarming around in her mind when she heard a yell from the clearing, but she had ignored it and continued thinking, still watching the Naga and the human.