Sporting tails and covered in various shades of colorful fur, with long snouts sometimes bearing tusk-like teeth, tough ridged horns that grow to considerable length, and a dog's nose, moving on digitigrade feet- Something like a cross between a fox or boar, and a goat or deer, walking on two legs.

The locals shout and babble in alarm! They all appear to be armed. Nobody actually shoots at him with a bow and arrow but they look like they might. Beyond the immediate ring around him, runners dart off in every direction in the village, shouting.

Adorable weapons! If he were being perfectly cautious, he should be careful, since those arrows could plausibly have some kind of embedded clarketech. but hey, even if they shoot at him, he can always just move out of the way!

He descends towards a randomly chosen local, not putting much effort in looking intimidating nor towards appearing benevolent, and ready to dodge any arrows that did fly. Judging by the sound of their previous alarm calls, and adjusting for the fact that they're probably not exactly using their ordinary speaking voices, he approaches a reasonable speaking distance. Making an exaggerated gesture towards himself, he speaks again. "I am Everspeed."

Nonsense nonsense nonsense Everspeed nonsense nonsense!

The closest local steps backwards and stands in a defensive posture, sword held high.

He's moderately surprised that they picked up the name immediately. It might be worthwhile trying to impart some language on them rather than just defaulting to pantomime.

He properly touches down in front of his target and begins the most rudimentary of linguistic protocols, pointing at various things or occasionally performing some basic action or gesture before providing his word for the indicated thing and waiting for the local to respond before picking a new thing to provide a word for.

Okay, they're not attacking if they're talking.

Sky. Ground. House. Spear. Here, there, go, wall.

Everspeed go wall?

Ooh! A request, and one that involves moving.

Everspeed expands and softens his flight aura so that he doesn't create a dangerous shockwave as he slides from in front of this particular local to the wall they've indicated at a leisurely bullet-speed.

Aah! They jump at the loud whipcrack sound. Someone looses an arrow in his direction out of reflex.

A free arrow! He'll poke it mid-flight to see if there's anything particularly dangerous about it, and if it seems reasonably benign, he'll take it as a souvenir.

Shouting at each other!

...A different local goes outside the village gates and points at the ground and asks, "Go here?"

Everspeed goes where requested, slower and with a redoubled aura to ensure that it isn't quite so startling. One souvenir is enough, for just the first encounter anyway.

Okay. Not that he can't go back in instantly if he wants to, but at least people will be able to calm the hell down now!

They can play the vocabulary game for a while. They offer him some food and compliment his 'salk', indicating the aura.

Everspeed will take the food, if only to examine it. "Everspeed doesn't eat." He explains (hopefully), before returning it. He does preen somewhat under their praise, surprised but entirely pleased they are either able to directly sense or have deduced the presence of his aura.

After some more pantomiming and such, they ask, "What does Everspeed want?"

He slides around in a lazy figure out, slow enough that it could plausibly be slow even to the locals. "Movement! Adventure! Novelty!" He says, most to release some boredom that is beginning to build up than to truly communicate. "New things, exciting things. New and exciting things."

"New? New, mrr. You are very new to us! Very scary. You want to fight animals?"

Fair, he could probably live to tone down the overwhelmingness. It's been a while since hunting anything that lives on planets was a challenge, but like with the arrows there could be an exception, and if nothing else, watching to see how these folks do it will probably be interesting, especially if their familiarity with 'salk' implies the wildlife has something similar to a flight aura. He nods with a smile (unknowing of what that expression might or might not mean to the locals). "Yes!"

"You'll be very good at it! Bring back dead animals and we give you money. You give money, people give things. Friendly that way."

Fair enough! Money isn't exactly Everspeed's favorite way of mediating exchange, but it works well enough, especially in cases like this where he's not got much of a reputation other than 'dangerous alien.'

"Where are the scariest animals?"

"Purple forest. Orange swamp. Black jungle."

He finds examples of these three colors to teach the words.

"Be careful there though, very careful. Very dangerous."

Those are definitely some exotic colors, considering this planet's position and star, so probably they have some heavier precursor involvement. That does sound like something to continue being weary of. "I will be careful. I will bring back dead animals from each."

Barring the local offering up any other information on their own, Everspeed will rise up to a decent flying height, and start spiraling out from the village, looking for the aforementioned three very dangerous biomes, and keeping watching for any interesting structures he might see along the way.

There's a lot of planet! And each biome is actually pretty large. He passes a bunch of small villages, some sort of fighting pit, a stone tower, an active battle between two big groups of aliens clashing with swords and spears and arrows-

He'll wait on checking out these other villages until after he's a bit more of a known quantity in these parts. The fighting pit could be interesting, as could the tower, but the active combat zone deserves attention now. What does it look like when these people are fighting for real?

Metal and leather armor, swords and shields in formation meeting in great clashes, shouted orders cycling tired wounded to the rear, loping skirmishers weave through the brush and low hills on the edges of the battle, trying to reach a dominant position-

Alright, nothing obviously more than he'd expect. That's too bad, but they might just not bring out the good stuff for ordinary fighting.

Having committed the locations of the fighting pit and stone tower to memory, he'll continue searching for the Scary Biomes.

A relatively big city. A giant field of sculptures, mostly crumbling. A big group of aliens having an orgy in a clearing. An elaborate waterwheel-powered town where everything is slowly rotating.

...There's an orange swamp a few hundred miles away!