“We come from Earth,” Reyes said with affected dignity, face upturned.
The creature in the tree stared for a moment, and then responded with a long shriek.
Reyes turned to Yanick. “Well?”
“Hard to tell. There’s enough modulation in that caterwauling that it could convey information. Lord knows that braincase is big enough.” Yanick shrugged. “Or it could be an animal noise.”
“We’ll have to continue observation until they do something less equivocal. Like tool use,” Reyes said. As he turned towards the ship, a ball of wet glop struck his back.
“Or, you know, throwing their poop at us.”