Getting into the world of techno-fantasy and post-production. Ah... Tra-ta-ta-ta, - a dozen echinoderm spines were wasted along the trunk of a tree, behind which an impudent border intruder took refuge a moment ago. The beast growled displeased, but without seeing the enemy, he did not attack again. Freezing in place, he powerfully pulled the air with his nostrils a couple of times, thus trying to determine the location of the offender, who so recklessly stepped on the pride of every self-respecting male - tail. Then he flopped surprisingly on his ass - the smell of a stranger was everywhere...