She felt the moss trembling in fear; the tussocks whispering at her, telling her to run, to flee. The puddles and lakes waved nervously, joining to the chaotic harmony. The trees and their leaves, swaying in the wind, speaking softly about great dangers and violent creatures, danced on their own stages.
Suddenly she awoke, as something tugged her long leg fur. Kuunkielo lowered and turned her head to face the creature. The small shroomie took a step and a half back as the kukuri's head came closer to it, but took those steps back once she stood still again. It laid its clawed hands gently onto the kukuri's muzzle, letting out soft hisses in a specific pattern. Carefully the kukuri listened.
Kuunkielo was isolated in her swamp ever since she left her parents. Her isolation grew into an impenetrable wall as the contamination shook her body and mind, claiming her as its own; but it didn't leave her compl