A small head popped out from taller grass, and spoon around like a gyroscope. It dissapeared, plants shaking around in a squigly line till the muzzle appeared again, few meters further. Her owner sighed and dissappeared again. "I am so lost." Brzana felt like her tiny paws are going to fall appart soon. She was not used to long walks. She was a grace in water but he rolly-polly-body was giving her more trouble on land. She wheezed and murmured to herself. "You can't live here anymore, they said. You will find plenty of lakes and food on plains, they said."
The small serpier was certainly not used to this. In comparition to her old home the plains were... well... plain. Flatter. Exposing. No place to hide really and for someone of her stature it posed a threat. On flat lands animals were BIGGER. And FASTER. And she was very small and flimsy. There was also a problem of not really knowing where she is suppose to go. Or where she is now at this point... The need for a new home or at least temporary place to live pushed her further into the land. Autumn already came and migrating was not an intended activity before winter. She needed to stack on food instead of having a journey of her life! She should gain more rolls, not loose them!
At least she had a little package of dried off fishes, made of two large leaves intertwined with reed, currently firmly strapped to her back. A kind gesture of hunters, who made her leave her homeland in the first place.
Brzana was not aware that she got an attention from someone who liked the content of her small backpack... a sizable boar nearby lifted his head, snout moving at the smell of free meal. The only warning he gave to small serpier was a grunt and rustle of grass...