Everything here was so different from home, but Astaroth hadn't wandered very far from where she'd been born, so it was no surprise. This place felt strange and alien, like a different world entirely. The land was so boggy, so damp, so different from the much drier fields back home. It was hard to resist the urge to dig about in the muck, even despite her slight aversion to getting too dirty. She lifted a pale paw, flicking a lodged piece of gunk out of it and away from her as Mercy spoke.
"I'm Astaroth, but my mommy and mother call me Asta," the child explained, like it mattered at all what her family called her. "Have you been here before? It's my first time." Maybe, just maybe, this stranger would have some insight- maybe she'd know somewhere cool they could explore here. Something other than mud and water. Politely enough she returns the smile, knowing manners are sometimes important. Especially when you're somewhere unfamiliar. She was determined to get back home in one piece, and making enemies wouldn't help facilitate that.
