During the Dwarves upheaval a wee one had gone missing. Kisukari, as she was known, took it in stride, however - traveling along the mountains until it became colder and colder still. Her small form was unused to such temperatures, and even the planes still seemed to carry a chill. It did not do much to dampen her bright spirits. The leotah shined on, even in these dark times, though she knew not that they were so dark, or well, darkening, upon the lands in which shed stumbled upon. No, instead, she was carelessly chasing a large rodent, playing with her prey before making the final move, stalking it...for she had grown quite hungry, and it had been a while since last she ate.
It had also been a while since she had last seen anyone. Kisukari was a fairly social creature, and the lack of interaction did not go missed. In these times...companionship had become fleeting. A passing dream. It was in these times where the absence of camaraderie rang loud in her heart, that she turned her sights to finding a place to call home. Some place to stay and spread her good will and mirth and laughter. For a time the dwarves had filled that emptiness. That was behind her now. New opportunities await.
She pounced.
