Zi

Zi didn't particularly care for the fact she was subject of a trade. But much to her displeasure Rook was the one to bring her home... Home, to the wetlands, where it's always, well wet. While the goof was easy to like Zi had a hard time to take a liking to the marshes. It's not so much that she minds getting soaked on a hunt, that is if she actually partakes in one - but more the fact that it's pesty to lounge in the sun when there is constant chance of rain, mosquitos or just rolling into a bog by accident. Dedicated to find a good spot Zi spend her spare time one exactly this, a good spot to lounge at that isn't wet. After months of roaming the reed forests near the caves she eventually got lucky. A weird rock plateau, hard to climb but dry and sandy on top - so if you're looking for Zi she's probably there rolling in the hot sand.