You enter the night-world, a darkened version of the forest, so black you can hardly see. That is, except a little glowing pictogram nearby. The name, as you get close enough to read it, spells out as Unduetu.

As you draw closer, you see the pictogram illuminates a huddled rusty-coated form on the ground. About the size of a Chevrotain, the form is curled in on itself. Rusty fur covers its body, little nubs for horns are apparent on its head, but don't look harmful in any way. On the other hand, as the little being yawns, a pair of long and sharp canines appear.

You hear a rustling.

Tiny, dainty wings unfurl from the being's back, seemingly straight out of the top of the shoulder blades. They flutter once, then the little claws atop the wing stretch. The small beast uses these to pull herself to her feet. Those feet, supported on spindly legs, seem too tiny to hold up the little form. It reminds you of a bat... a little Golden-Mantled Flying Fox.

Unduetu glowers at you from a pair of oversized eyes. Her body stiffens, fangs being revealed. She doesn't seem to want to attack, but seems more fearful than anything. After all, you are bigger than her.

...scared. I am here! I am here! Don't step on me!

She squeaks, flapping her small wings vehemently and stomping her tiny forefeet quickly as a warning.It seems as if she doesn't quite realize you see her.