Her movements were relaxed and slow as she made her way through the plateau. Human traces always fascinated her, but these plains were especially captivating to her curious mind... everything smelled of metal and old bones, of war. Some part of her wondered if whatever war happened here was the reason for the disappearance of humans entirely, though there was little she was capable of understanding without having anyone to teach her that truly understood human history.
She neared a skeleton, half buried in the terrain now and still covered in heavy fabric. She especially liked fabric findings, but something about taking them from a corpse seemed.. wrong. She respectfully kept her distance, though not far from the hand of the skeleton was an empty canteen with a missing lid. Her pale nose found the corner's of the canteen and moved it around, it seemed a lot heavier than she anticipated an item so small. Metal was always so heavy, why did humans have to use it for everything? Sure, it was sturdy.. but..
She wondered what she could purpose the canteen for, as whatever water had been held in it dried long ago and left her with hardly any clues. The opening wasn't big enough to hold much, except for maybe stems of important herbs.. oh. She smiled as she thought of how the canteen might look filled with an assortment of lavender and carefully placed her teeth around the bulk of it, deciding to take it home to Kesali.
