She creeps through the branches as silent as any two-legger can be. Damn intruders coming to her forest with their little boxes that beep and their loud uniforms. Crouching a little way above the one who appears to be their leader, she listens for a while, trying to fathom out what on earth their droning means. They don't appear to be of much threat, with their toy weapons and skinny frames. Her only concern is how close they are to her brother, but for the most part they seem content to stay near this clearing. One wandered off a while back, but in the wrong direction. So long as it doesn't get lost returning to its swarm, then things should be al-
Wait. She sniffs the air delicately and starts swearing profusely under her breath. Pausing only to note the positions of those in the clearing, she throws herself into the next tree and runs as fast as she can towards her brother, narrowly avoiding propelling herself into the thin air above the trail. One of the intruders, the one who'd left earlier, was bending over her brother. The memory bush she'd planted has lost its single fragrant flower.
Her rising fury erases all thoughts save one; destroy the desecrator. She leaps out the tree, claws unsheathed, but before she can even scratch the vile thing the air around it shimmered disconcertingly. In the time it takes her to plummet through the intervening space, it's vanished.