Zipporah stood up and stretched. Nothing had happened here since she came. Well, nothing important. She pulled herself out of the thicket where she slept and sniffed the air in the hopes of finding something good to eat. There was nothing good close by, but she did pick up a painful, acrid smell. Zipporah rubbed her muzzle with her paw, trying to get the stench out. It didn't work. Only a gust of wind that blew her crest upwards carried the scent away. She sighed. There was something to be said about living in the cloud forest.