"I HATE going on land!" Bait (a fairly small carvanha) moaned to herself, moving one fin in front of the other as she had done before. "It's so uncomfortable, and I'm so immobile. What's the appeal in this stuff, anyway? Why am I even here?!"
Of course she knew why she was in the Pecha Forest, of course; pure and utter boredom. Roaming around in the pond, scaring the occasional visitor and having the rare chat failed to keep her entertained for the past few weeks, and she was desperate for anything, even taking to the lands, to quell her boredom.
Now that she was here, however, she started to wonder if boredom wasn't all that bad in comparison. At least in the pond, the waters kept her cool, and she could move in all directions. Not to mention, the looks on people's faces when she managed to get a scare out of them were priceless.
So caught up in her thoughts, the walking carvanha failed to notice a lone Pawniard surveying the area.