The little one's paws were still damp, her body heavy and her heart fluttery. This place wasn't as she'd expected it to be. It was cold, and hard, and imperfect. The creatures here seemed a lot larger and stronger than she. It was frightening, and scary. Even the thing on her back now weighed her down; she'd cuddled up to it just after her emergence and it had clung to her. Even if it was just a large sheet of blue fabric, the wolf pup felt as though she'd made a friend.

Wandering around, she was unsure of where she was or what was here; sniffing the air only brought an earthy scent.

Looking around, the crystals in here did look quite nice. Though, the clusters around her were awfully sharp, so she gave them a wide berth, just in case. Her paws were still thin and unsteady and her paws large. It was difficult to keep balance and every step seemed wild and overstepped. It wasn't much of a surprise when she fell over, as she had a thousand times before; but the little puppy cried out all the same.

Instead of getting up though, she curled up into a tight little ball and bundled the cloth around her, trembling.

@Fate

Fate wondered about looking for treasure. She was alone and she quite enjoyed the peace and quiet. She must have lost her raccoon dog friend a while back as he was not accompanying her. Perhaps she went around a corner and he didn't follow, either way she didn't really care. If anything, she did feel a little bad for not getting to say goodbye but she didn't let it bother her and kept skipping onwards.

Fate was on a treasure hunt. She sniffed the ground and occasionally stopped to dig at something she thought she smelt. After a while, she decided this was not the best way of searching and she dug into a strange sharp object which gave her a stinging cut on the tip of her left paw. It bled something rotten, no matter how much she licked at it.
She childishly cursed her paw to the darkest place she could imaging and decided that if it was foolish enough to poke sharp things, then she could walk on it just fine. This turned out to be less than true, as Fate limped around Orion, stopping on numerous occasions to lick the small wound clean of dirt.

She had never been hurt before. Pain felt strange to her. She neither loved nor hated it. It discomforted her greatly but at the same time made her feel something. Whilst she didn't enjoy the inconvenience of her cut, it reminded her that she was real so she was more than happy to grin and bare the pain. No, such a feeble thing as pain was, it would not stop her in her tracks and so she kept on searching for treasure.

Bundled up in a ragged heap of blue fabric, the little pup lay curled up with her back to a crumbled wall. Only her golden head was visible as it gazed a little blankly ahead with tiny nose twitching and giving occasional sniffles. She was scared... she didn't like it here. It was cold and dark and the stone was hard under her soft newborn paws, and everything her loomed over her, meaning that she was totally lost with every step.

But lying here snuggled in her blankie made it better. it was warm and soft and she liked it more than the world. As much as she'd just given up, she felt safe so long as it was stuck on her back. She couldn't have done much about it even if she wanted to, but she was unaware of this, and it wasn't like she wanted to in any case.

The little gold pup had lowered her head to the ground to see if she could bring back the sweet dreams when the sound of claws on stone caught her attention. There was someone walking by, their steps irregular, and it was nerve racking as she wondered why. Soon the other one came into view, and Kin-Kin huddled down into her blanket. From where she lay down here, they looked impossibly big, just like everything else. Letting out tiny whimpers she pulled the blue fabric over her head and trembled violently.

@Fate