The pair lead her through a series of tunnels, dark enough to have a difficult time seeing, they smelled musty and wet. As if having recently being full of water, and when the scent of clean tropical air hit her nose she sped her pace to step into the sunlight squinting.

What a beautiful secret El Dorado was, Brielle tossed her head upward to breathe deeply, feeling the sunlight wrapping around her beautiful features. Course Pearle, and whatshisname, were welcome to follow her along as she tugged the sled forward after the moment's break.

A week later, Brie had managed to find herself a lovely monster of a tree by a body of water, a clearing to it's right. Mountains climbing around the area, it reminded her of her very first homemade den. Thus she began to recreate it, digging downward through the tough soil so the roots and tree would linger above her head. The first few days had been messy, dirt up to her shoulders, in her hair, along her back as she dipped in and out of the hole. Until when slipped inside it was a medium sized den.

Her belongings and supplies tucked away into little shelves made into the walls, a rack to hang her bags on was taking shape to the left of the entrance. A warm nest of pelts, grasses, and pulled cattails opposite to the far back right. She's somehow shoved the small sled in here, and it would likely be a wrestle to get it back out. She didn't need to anyways.

Today, she woke slowly in the warm bed she'd made, with a smile on her face despite a tug of soreness in her chest. It had been a rough little while waking up alone, Pan had been by her side for so long... The den had been dug out a bit larger than she intended for one. Just... More space to work.

Brielle stretched from bed, and found her way outside where she moved to lay over a warm patch of grass in the dappled sunlight. Humming as she sprawled out, what she was going to do today... she had no idea... but surely there were some lucky folks who have a gorgeous new neighbour to meet.

The springs had captured her attention as of late. Since she had bumped into her brother here, she had hung around to properly explore. Essentially, she was doing what she grew up doing; exploring every nook and cranny that she was allowed to stick her nose into. She had revisited her game of chasing birds - this time the targets were the vibrant red, yellow, and blue parrots that were found all over the rainforest.

It was a step up, at least - the parrots rarely came to the ground and the trees around here towered well above her. It gave her something to do, a way for her to test herself physically while she waited for fate to set her on her path in El Dorado.

That boy - the bird wolf man - had proven that his kind were capable climbers when she had first arrived here (the cliff that newcomers had to scale to reach this place meant they had to be). So Beansprout had first dedicated herself to learning how to climb up the trunks of the colossal trees around her. It was sloppy, and she told herself it was because she did not have feathers like the natives.

So, she would just have to be inventive.

There was a particular flock of scarlet coloured birds that perched in the branches that hung above the springs. But the joys of being in this rainforest were the vines, they provided so many opportunities and over the years had snatched up branches of all shapes and sizes in their grasp. Some were large enough that she could balance on them. So since they were clearly strong...They could hold her weight too, surely?

And so she sat by the edge of the water, weaving vines together into a stronger base and then creating some strange contraption that would give her somewhere to place her paws to start climbing - how she would get this on the tree itself was a bridge she would cross when she reached it. She had some ideas.

When she heard movement, she would pause and look up, her invention tangled around her paws - though she did not seem bothered; think of how someone lives in a messy room but instinctively knows where everything is, a method to their madness.

"Hello!" She greeted, a small smile on her face. "Would you like to sit with me? It's a nice day."

Before she returned to tying pieces of vines together, not bothered at all of whether they actually came to keep her company or not.