"It's not always easy to tell." Arj bends down and licks his paw, a by now common expression of humility. "When I came here I thought everyone else was human. Seems I was wrong. But not always."

He crouches down and shifts position to get a better view through the blurred rain, shoulders rising and falling under the cloak. He looks as if he's stalking prey, but his face has the worried look of a creature alert for danger, ready to flee.

"Yes," he says. There are often things moving in the mist, but this one seems... human. "It's not her, with the hollow back... they don't sound right. Don't move right. It's someone different."

Not having met any of the other normal sized visitors to the tree, he's at a loss.