Moonspear The Creature From the Black Lagoon

An ear flicked as the tilted her head in thought, a low hum audible as she considered the distances she had crossed. It had been a long journey from home, where the mountains down south stood watch over miles of deserts and flat lands. In between here and there, there had been all sorts of weather; storms, droughts, hail... but a comfortable dryness? A ways, She answered finally. Far past the mountains to the East. Far, far past.

She wondered why the rain had not let up here, and wondered more why the creatures all stayed. She had seen plenty of wildlife, though she had only caught hares and squirrels and picked at a carcass or two. Living on one's own was tough and she was more skinny for it, though to Keres, if she could find the ones she sought, it would be worth it. Keres, by the way. I'm Keres.