Hanuman flew the skies like a winged mountain. Appearing and disappearing from among the clouds like the moon, he who had caused Ravana great sorrow and seen Sita, sped like an arrow released. Soon when the Mahendra mountain hove into sight Hanuman venting his delight roared like a lion. The sound of his noisy descent reverberated in the sky above and on the earth below. The vanaras who were living in dread of what they may have to hear about Sita, waited with bated breath. Angada could not wait to see Hanuman and Jambavan announced that the very joy in Hanuman's booming voice meant victory! Swinging from tree- tops, cavorting on mountain peaks, the Vanara bands tried to attract Hanuman's attention. They clamored for news of Sita, the moment he landed on the hill. Paying homage to his gurus, to Angada and greeting his comrades, Hanuman said, "I saw Sita" and the ecstatic vanaras, screeched, chattered, roared and gamboled. They hugged Hanuman in their exuberance and thumped their tails on the ground with joy. Hanuman told them of Sita, who unkempt, ungroomed and emaciated was guarded by fearful rakshasa women and forever pined for Rama. The relieved vanaras praised Hanuman for his courage, his dedication to his master's cause and thanked him for saving their lives.