As tassadar approached the park, the terran traffic dwindled to managable levels, by the time he was hidden in the 10ft stems of some sort of plant, the mind-chatter was quiet enough that he could hear himself think.
Then, on the cusp of his awareness, a mind! he couldn't discern the direction or intent, but it was close enough to feel. Strange languages flowed across his consiousness, images of meat and some sort of quadrapeds running together in small groups, and for some reason a large metal dish. Tassadar spun around to face the source of the mind, it was a small, furry creature with a collar.
A whistle from afar summoned it away. The creature knew he was there dispite the cloaking field. It must have had an astonishing sense of smell. Tassadar knew he would have to be more alert in this alien place.