Start of a short story - Untitled pt 1

So I'm going to try something new. This is a short story, or at least the beginning of one right now. I plan to add more to it every now and then. Here is part 1.

It got rather boring sitting in the forest eating bamboo. Bamboo, bamboo, bamboo. That was all that Panda-Deng spent her whole day doing. She would eat and collect bamboo. She was a solitary creature; but every now and then she longed to meet another one of her kind, or, if not that, some excitement in her life.

There were days that she had some sort of change to the monotony of her days, like the days the Tiger-Deng found her and chased her about the mountain until she found her den. But like herself, Tiger-Deng seemed to be alone.

It was a humid, gray day that Panda-Deng decided to do something she had contemplated over ever since she saw the strange creature that walked on two legs and had strange skin that never seemed to belong on them. These creatures were not like the primates she had seen in the mountains where she called home; though these creatures had two arms and two legs, they walked tall and straight.

She remembered the day when they had watched her, they attempted to come close to her as well; but she did not trust them. They smelled odd, different, and they had all those machines that made irritating noises. They spoke in quiet voices, as if they were trying to not be noticed, but she knew they were there. She did not like them; but, they seemed to be everywhere.

She saw them climbing through her land every few days, sometimes they would disappear for a month, but then they would be back, and normally there would be more of them than there were the previous time. It had been a few months since the pattern started, and her curiosity was eating at her, especially when she was bored like she was then.

Upon her decision, she was moving down the mountain slowly, following the few-day old scent of these odd creatures. She would stop every now and then to get her fill of food and water. It was not long till she started to notice the different surroundings, surroundings that were not home, even if she was still in the woods, she knew she was now some place different. Perhaps she could find another like her.