What! He was doing a pretty darn good job keeping up, if the noise he's replicating would be more impressive if Esplin cared about second rate imitation. (He was snobbish about these things.) Narrowing his eyes, the currently chadoo controller took off at top speed for the nearest opening in the foliage -- and leapt out, aiming precisely for another near-by tree. The flaps of skin that looked so odd when he moved on the tree itself turned into gliding, feathered wings as his elongated arms shot out to slow and guide him to his goal.

Tree touchdown! Esplin scurried inward, listening for his human pursuer.

So desperate for company you're engaging in play, Yeerk? Snide as Aldrea's tone was, Esplin's was even more so.

< Judging capacity, Aldrea. Something of a habit of mine. > One they shared, when it came down to it, and he knew she knew that -- and she hated it.