Raurava watched from a hilltop as the herd interacted with the humans below. This was a rare event and cause for some celebration among the Padmapani herd. A wandering tribe of humans had crossed their path, and these humans were the friendly sort. There was now a great intermingling going on. She could see humans combing the manes of some of her herdmates, draping others with colorful beads or flowers. In return, some soquili were giving the humans rides in the air or on the ground, and a few were even parting with gifts of their own. It was a great scene of community and companionship, and one that she kept herself apart from.
She had encountered humans on her own once. To their credit, they hadn't run away shouting for help immediately. They'd hesitated a moment. She thought that it was when they noticed her paws that they truly became terrified and had sprinted away. She knew better than to try to socialize with humans after that. She didn't want to ruin the fun of the rest of the herd, so she'd stay back here where the humans couldn't notice her and fear her. Watching, she felt a pang of envy. What would it feel like to have her coat brushed like that?
