Snake was lost. Again. Nothing new. She'd been lost so much and for so long she can't even remember having a home. But not having a home means she can sleep where ever, so it's all good. Right? Except, maybe, when you want a specific food or to see something or someone again. Not that she'd remember a Kimeti's name if she met them again. Coat yes, name no.
Right now she'd be happy to run into anyone. No matter how many times she'd forgotten his or her name. Just to talk to someone that's not herself would be great. So maybe being lost is good. She always finds other Kimeti when she's lost.
It's exactly that thought process that has Snake trudging through the swamp. She'd given up fighting to make a path hours ago and was now mucking her way through a stream. In hind sight not the best choice, paths mean Kimeti. No path means no one. Snake just shrugs. "You'll find someone. Eventually." she tells herself.
