ORIGIN

Mongo loped easily, heading through the entrance that would lead out of Eridanus. Something about this Tunnel, Tunnel H, drew him. It smelled welcoming, and he could already see lush mosses that would feel fantastic under his paws.

He wanted somewhere to rest his head. Somewhere he could come back to, where he would be safe.

The fossa loved traveling, don't get him wrong. But sometimes he just wanted a place to call his own, where he could store things he found.

He knew he wanted a tree. Preferably several trees. Mongo was always more comfortable high up off the ground, easily clambering from tree branch to tree branch.

But nowhere looked right, looked like somewhere he could stay. So he continued to walk.

Thankfully, he didn't have to travel terribly long.

In fact, he almost walked clear passed it.

Which, really, was only a bonus. It was part of a long line of trees, allowing him to travel. But it was the clump between a pair of trees that drew him.

Leaping up, he took a look.

The two trees branches had gathered together, eventually entwining to the point that they might as well have been a single tree. The branches formed a hammock of sorts, big enough for him to sprawl out in. Oh, it was perfect.

He needed to make sure this wouldn't be taken.

So he stepped out of the basket, and began to scratch at the trees. He scratched and scratched, until some of the bark came off, and he left his claw marks on the soft inside of the tree.

Then, he leaped down, and began to rub his scent on the trees and ground. He even went so far as to spray his scent, until he felt comfortable enough to bound back up, curling up in his new home.