It couldn't stop thinking about the odd miasma, that plague unlike anything it had seen before, and it had seen so many, many things. This world was full of firsts, it seemed. Creatures like itself, things odd and unexplainable — it was all so terribly fascinating. It wanted to learn more, more, more.
It moved, hungering, gaze drawn by the blood-red trees. Another first. The glean in it's eye was almost predatory as it loped with intention toward the pair gathered at its fringe. A wolf (here, there were many) and another tiger, the first it had seen since arriving.
It moved, hungering, gaze drawn by the blood-red trees. Another first. The glean in it's eye was almost predatory as it loped with intention toward the pair gathered at its fringe. A wolf (here, there were many) and another tiger, the first it had seen since arriving.