Jade Fern Grove [M] The Fortune Queen of New Orleans

While he had planned to make for the mountains, he'd wandered North on a whim toward the grove, following the Minnow River toward a place where he hoped the ice would either be thin or broken. He had a craving for fish, but sensed that he might be out of luck. With the recent dip in temperatures, open water was harder to find. He scratched at the surface of the water near the shallows with his claws, but saw no signs of water gurgling beneath. 

He sighed softly, knowing how impossible it would be to get the thought of trout off his mind once it was lodged in there. Nothing else would taste the way he needed it to- it would all taste flat, flavourless...Even the thought of sheep's blood didn't entice him, once he had a craving in mind. 

He was, however, distracted from his woes, when a scent flitted toward him on the breeze. It was extremely rare for Ksura to drop a fixation once he had it in his mind- but this? Oh, this smelled much better, and it robbed him not only of his apatite, but of his sanity as well. 

Siren calls drew him in, and an instinctive desire he had never known before was awakened. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with himself- but he knew he had to figure it out- and as soon as Ash Star came into view, he knew that it would have something to do with her- she was the beacon, the lighthouse- and he was the ship headed for refuge.