Daine comes to a halt ten yards past the tree line. See, she's not going far, just as she promised. "All sorts," she replies, peering into the trees. "Some birds - those feel all right - and little rodents: mice, shrews. They're fine, too. The others feel like…" she frowns thoughtfully. Their minds aren't entirely familiar to her, but they feel just a little bit like Zek's. "Primates, maybe," she hazards. "I don't think I've met anyone like them before."