Shanna heard and felt the crash through her bond, the ships' cutting a gouge in the land as they finally stopped. She looked to the plumes of smoke threading upward from the site and leapt through the boughs of trees towards it. Sometimes, the visitors were allies and friends, rarely did the crashes end so.
The smell of burnt metal and foreign chemicals burned her nose, but the sight of blond hair perched in the shadows caught her attention. She jumped through the boughs to land gently beside Ka-Zar, hand on his arm as a greeting. "I don't recognize that race, not one of the tribes," she admitted quietly in their shadow. "I don't recognize the tongue either."