Substandard Living

Karma had began to sit down in a more relaxed way upon the only crate she managed to open, folding her front legs and resting her head over them.  An angry glare was still present in her eyes.  She blinked quickly and redirected her eyes to the other that happened to enter the camp.  He might have been the same race as the two-eyed cyclops thing.  The purple chupacabra was slightly annoyed that just now she was being introduced to creatures she didn't previously know of.  She liked to have the advantage of prior knowledge and the fact that she was in unfamiliar territory didn't make her feel any less vulnerable.  Tapping her claws against the wooden surface of the box, she began to lift a brow, none-too-impressed.

"I could hear and smell a decently large pond some distance away from here," The female chupacabra uttered.

Lifting her neck, she pointed her narrow nose toward the skyline again.  Even if she couldn't fly, she still liked to be up high.  It was safer up there.  Karma stood up before jumping down off the of the crate.  She traveled toward one of the largest trees surrounding the camp at a brisk gallop.  Catlike claws hooked into the thick bark as she began to glide up the trunk of the tree, occasionally spreading her wings to balance.  Choosing a low hanging branch, Karma turned her body around and jumped onto long limb.  The chupacabra walked over the long branch above the ground-bound males, before sitting down again.