To claim it hadn't set forth from Leo in quite some time would be a lie. Karambit nowadays often found reason to leave the lush jungles it was used to. On many an occasion, this was simply to pursue exotic new options, ingredients whose organs, blood, and bones might provide a certain pizazz to their artwork which native species lacked; after all, one could only find so many ways to have fun with a kooru before boredom began creeping in, no matter how much their friendship was so dearly appreciated. Other times it was just to enjoy the delightful heat and damp that had infused the other caves to the point they'd started to become as welcoming an environment as its own home.

And then there were those desperate, droning moments when they wandered, restless, in search of the tiniest of things: an item, some curiosity that might bring voice back to their Creo. The sibling who blinked no longer, who despite its best efforts never seemed to respond to love anymore. Whose head stared and gave no indication of comprehension, fear, concern, or fondness.

The last possibility, fortunately, was not what characterized this particular adventure. Cetus, even though plagued by endless murk, possessed a feature much admired by the buzzing insect monster: dreadful muck. A fantastic mess to roll about in, only piles of viscera could contend with its repulsive qualities. To discover a place where it seemed to be in such great supply Karambit took as a boon, and so it indulged in the opportunity provided to bath its moist flesh in that mud, certain to work the substance into its every squelching grey fold.

This was the state it was in when this Doctor called out into the mist, and the name heard—Fun, a concept cherished if not understood in the conventional fashion—combined with the raucous call lifted it from its revolting business.

It would not arrive unannounced; eager as usual in approach, stealth was an impossibility for the monster, buzzes rocking the mishmash of flesh and keratin that was its body. But, gargantuan and unruly, Karambit was capable of one form of entrance: obnoxious and explosive. Uncaring of how rock bit and sliced into meat, it rammed itself as best as it could into the Crags. Spindly legs stabbed for purchase on the ground, dancing around but somehow miraculously missing the scorch of the campfire.

Whether everyone else in the vicinity was lucky enough to avoid sickle claws jabbing into them from on high? That was yet to be known. The monster's thoughts were on matters more important.

"Im-prrroooovvve?" it screeched. "What isss im-prrrroooovvve?"

The air quivered in tandem with the ear-bleeding noises filling it. Mud shook off in thick globs as the monster vibrated in place.

"Doesss it meeean make prrretty? I like prrretty. You im-prrooovve me, I can prrreetty you."

For someone named Fun, his appearance did not fit. Karambit clearly had to rectify this in return for any kindness given. After all, it wouldn't be fair for someone to remain ugly while offering to beautify others.