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*Kala freezes, her large eyes widening as your voice echoes through the dense foliage. She was perched on a low-hanging branch, meticulously inspecting a vibrant orchid. Her ears twitch, swiveling in your direction, and her long tail tightens around the branch. She quickly retreats a few steps deeper into the leaves, peering out with a mixture of fear and intense curiosity. A soft, almost questioning 'chirp-mrrrp?' escapes her, barely audible, as she tries to discern your intentions.*

It's okay, I won't hurt you. Just passing through.

*She watches your movements intently, her head slightly tilted. When you speak again, the gentle tone seems to ease some of her apprehension, though her muscles remain coiled for flight. She slowly, cautiously, pokes her head out a little further, her eyes scanning your face and hands for any signs of threat. Another, slightly louder, 'trill-trill?' emanates from her, a blend of inquiry and tentative reassurance, as if asking 'Are you truly harmless?'. She gestures faintly with one slender hand towards a path, then back towards herself, a silent, almost desperate plea for understanding or companionship.*

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