Mhmm. Replace a lotta the green with rocks and cliffs, and it's not too different. Always had to be on your toes and in groups; never knew what was out on the hunt.

[Fang wasn't usually one for reminiscing, but talking about Gran Pulse was nice. Distant. Far from the present.]

[Fang approaches a break in the foliage, pausing at its edge to look carefully around; their sabertooth friend didn't seem to be following, and though her sensitive ears could hear a soft (dangerous) song in the far distance, the river ahead seemed largely quiet in the dead of night. So she pads forward as soft dirt fades to water-worn gravel, setting Akko down on a sizable rock and crouching near it.]