Lush, moist, and full of shades of green, a rainforest was maybe the last place you would expect to find a fox. A more conventional forest, full of aged oaks and low foliage, maybe, but this humid riot of colour and life? Not so much - but nonetheless, this was where a four-tailed fox was currently walking. Seemingly oblivious of just how out of place she was, the vixen trotted through the rich plant-life, heedless of the burrs, pollen, and twigs tangling in both her ruff, about her ankles, and amongst the thick brushes of her tails. She rather thought it added a kind of charm to her appearance, made her look both more earthy and colourful. True, she usually preferred beads, ribbons, gems, and bells than sticks and leaves, but she was happy to work with what she had. What was the saying? When in the forest, act the fox? Maybe not quite that, but Akori had never been much for one to listen when her parents had been giving their 'life lessons' on all things. She much preferred to get out there and experience it, rather than simply sit and hear about someone else having all the fun. Were was the use in sitting at home, 'oohing' and 'aahing' over stories, when you could just step outside and become the hero of your own tale? Maybe that was a bit at odds with what one would expect of a bard, so generally expected to be recorders of legends and daring deeds, but Akori thought it was a boon to her adopted career. It gave her that little bit of extra material to work into her songs, a bit more of a personal touch to some of the sagas she sung of.

Pausing by a large, colourful bloom, Akori stuck her snout into it, inhaling the scent. Take this flower for instance. Five different people could describe the smell of it to her, and each would describe it differently - and none would describe it as she herself would. Making mental notes of the softness of the petals, the hue of them, and the sweet, subtle smell of the pollen, Akori wondered if her songs would inspire others to go out there and explore. Sure, there was danger, but without risk, there was no reward - and risk just spiced up adventures, anyway! She fox-grinned, dropping her jaw as she craned her head to watch Kikka flutter to a rest on her shoulder. The small songbird didn't venture far from the kitsune, leery of getting lost amidst the strange forest. It was so different to the forest of their homeland, that the bird didn't much fancy going for an explore. She didn't share her vulpine friend's adventurous spirit, and rather looked forward to being back somewhere more…familiar. Well, as familiar as a new world could be. Less full of predators, at any rate.

Looking around, Akori decided she would rather like to see what this place looked like from a higher vantage point. A higher point like…maybe up that tree? She cocked her head, contemplating the vine draped bark for a moment. It was different to the trees she was used to, having fewer branches lower down, but that was nothing her claws couldn't handle. Walking over, the kitsune gathered herself to jump, tensing her back legs for all they were worth. Suddenly, she went springing upwards in a flurry of activity, sending Kikka into a panicked flight, cheeping in alarm. Her claws scrabbled for purchase at the apex of her jump, but found nothing, leaving Akori to return to ground once more.
Oh, tough guy, eh? Well, take THIS, she thought, jumping once more, scrabbling for a hold, and once again falling back down. She wanted to see the rainforest from up there, and no stubborn tree was going to stop her!