What is it

When the creature spoke it's voice seemed to echo and have a metallic ring to it. Though it spoke in a language unclear though what was clear was it's confusion on what was happening as it's eye traced the sword, the man, her bag near the streams bank, and a way out. But it was clear that it would be almost impossible to make a break for it. Unsure what the human wanted, silika was in a compromising position. With out the rags that passed as clothes and her bag even is she ran it would mean starting over and that was a full food bag. She just started at the man trying to understand him and vice versa.