The Survivor blinks down at the black sand and blue water. It's very different from the snow and ice of Ursa. And while it isn't perfect, no not Ordered at all, there is a beauty in the rhythm of the waves and the way the light sparkles.

There's the rest of the Hivemind's constant murmurs for them to stay hidden, stay secret, but it also knows that it needs to learn. And those who aren't family may have knowledge too.

Heavy is the weight it bears.

Though, as it looks at the water, the Survivor decides it should wash itself off. It can't have dirt and sand clinging to its fur, or any traces of Mother's fungus that would give it away. With a waddle, it walks into the shallow water, and starts to groom through its fur with its hands and claws. A simple task, but a good first start.