Spiral walks through the swamp, staying as much on paths wide enough for Kimeti, and clearings, as she can. Today she's on a quest, one to find others as different from 'normal' in appearance as she. She'd already met one such, a doe who had no horn, spikes and instead of the typical tail she has a cascade much like a mane. Spiral and this doe, now a close friend, are both on the same hunt. Though to widen their chances they have split up and will be meeting again at the next full moon to compare notes.So far Spiral has had no luck. Not even in finding 'normal' Kimeti, and this has her despairing. She's never had this much trouble finding others. "Maybe I'm following the wrong paths." she says. Beside her a lynx looks up, while he does not understand her words he can feel her mood, hopeless by this point. Turning back to the path he stops, scenting the air. Finding something he takes off, leaving the path all together. Bewildered, Spiral watches him, slow to understand maybe he'd found another. Leaping into motion she follows him, crashing through the underbrush behind him.
Coming out into a clearing, Spiral growls in frustration. Not a Kimeti he'd smelled, but dinner. The doe sits, watching the lynx tear into a small furred creature he'd caught. At least one of us is happy, she thinks noting his pleasure at the fresh kill.
