The Yautja in one of the trees shakes his head. "Dude," he says, in his own language of clicks.
(I thought I was following your lead on introducing a contemporary character. I'm assuming: modern, repairman, black.)
It looks like you're in a temperate forest but you couldn't climb fast enough to outrun an arrow.
The story is low-stakes at this point. They can fade into the background.