For a week it had been exploring the ship, nesting in whatever nooks or crannies it could find and becoming increasingly more aware of its' surroundings. It managed to feast on whatever there was; It had steadily demolished a cardboard box over the period of a day or so, not the most nutritious meal, but it was forced to eat whatever was available through such lean times. Over those nine days the creature grew enormous, several times its' original size at birth. Measuring from hind legs to its' head area; it really didn't have a face, just a mouth and a pair of short feelers, which were sensitive enough to literally taste the current of the air, like primitive echolocation.<br/><br/>On the ninth day, the creature felt a primal need. It was an itch that the creature alone could not scratch, not without the help of another. It began to explore the iron world where it had been born, leaving the nest that it had created to seek a mate. It took some time; it was not blind, but it was thorough in its search and very cautious, its instinct telling it that a mate would most likely be an unwilling partner. After some searching, it smelled something on the air, a certain musk. It followed the scent, and soon the creature found the bridge of the Iron Kite, and could sense the female there. It was hard to tell at first, but it was able to determine merely by Cassandra's scent that she was a female in a proper breeding state. Not an adolescent, but not old either... It cautiously skittered closer to her, its eight spindly legs working in unison, staying as silent as possible.<br/><br/>When it had gotten close enough, it let out a small sound, a mating call, one that would sound almost like a cute little growl to a human, until they saw the otherwordly creature emitting the sound.