The fragmented comlink at his feet is a problem; the angry woman still sighting down a crude kinetic rifle is another, her fear and fury so present in the Force he can feel the very shape of it: [radio] and [careless] and [dark stranger].

The beast is something else: the hint of fangs under lips do not hold Luke's attention as much as the overwhelming Force-pressure pushing onto him, into him, pricked ears and [curious, wary wanting] threatening to drown senses already battling for space on this strange, shouting planet.

Without thinking, he pushes back, desperately tries to gentle the creature's reaching like he might an overeager youngling with no grasp of their own strength; the beast snorts and throws its head up, [offended], and the woman jerks more alarmingly still, a note strung in unintentional harmony, barks ["Flicker!"]; and in that moment Luke, fledging Jedi Master, grasps just what has grown here on this stranded colony, forgotten by the agendas of Republic and Empire alike; and can only say, faintly, "Ah."