A porg infested hellscape, Ahch-To
"Staaaph!" Tahiri let out another scream as she pulled the little creature that was trying to nibble on her ear, holding the tiny thing in a small fist and glared at it. "Next one to bite me gets deep fried!" The little porglets that had surrounded her looked up, wide eyes staring up at her. She could almost sense recognition there. "You heard me, deep fried porg. I got myself a brand new air-frier, and it fries meat like a dream! Don't care how cute you are, I'll cook the lot of you!" They stared up at her for a moment, and then jumped right back to trying to get at the twin blades hanging at her waist.
Letting out a sigh, giving up on her dreams of being left alone, she turned to the Grandmaster, who had somehow managed to stay entirely unmolested by the porg menace as they walked towards their destination. "This is not what I signed up for," she muttered under her breath, not even noticing that she was absentmindedly stroking the porglet in her hand, "you said it might be dangerous, this is just..." She paused as she looked down at the porglet, having noticed its eyes on her. "No more biting." She let it go with that warning, only for it to scurry up her arm and perch itself atop her shoulder, where its attention was caught by the pin that held cloak in place. She glared at the gradnmaster, but continued walking without question, resigned to her fate.
Looking to track down another uneti tree, the Jedi had avoided the tried and tested path to the temple island, and instead landed on the other side of the planet, though what had made the grandmaster pick this island Tahiri could not tell. For now all she could see was that the island seemed to have an overabundance of porgs.
@Valen Pelora