Mongo was itchy.
Not physically, as in he needed a good scratch. But inside of him. While he liked Polaris, and had lived there since his Hatching, something was calling to him. Polaris was too occupied, there were too many potential Gembound. That wasn't a bad thing, of course not, but he desperately needed somewhere of his own. At least, somewhere less populated.
So he'd followed the scent of plants. All of the cave system he'd seen so far was covered in plant life. But this earth smelled much stronger, drawing him. He had followed it through several tunnels, all the way from Polaris. And now he found himself entering another room. This one practically sang with plants, moss bouncing under his paws. But the best part, at least to the Fossa, were the trees. They reached far overhead, and his claws itched to climb, and climb, and climb.
So he did. Taking a flying leap, he climbed the tree as though he were going for a casual stroll, finding it came to him naturally. Small claws easily sought out the slightest cracks in the bark, allowing him to climb up, and up, and up.
And then he found the hole.
At first, he'd simply thought it was little more than a knot in the trunk. But, as he began to pass it, he became aware of a small opening. At first, he'd simply sniffed, before putting his head inside. It proved to lead to a large hole in the trunk, big enough for five or six of him. He made an excited chattering sound, and slipped inside. His, this was his!
He took some time to mark the inside of the tree, claiming it as his. This was his, and so was this, and this! But, he quickly came to realize that the flooring of the 'den' wasn't terribly soft, being nothing more than wood. So, remembering the moss on the ground, he jetted out from the hole, climbing down the tree with the ease of a squirrel.
Jumping the last few tail lengths, he began to gather moss in his mouth, picking the softest of it to take home.
@Crack
