3rd POV
Aster gasped as he fell forward, his paws clutching to the slightly barren ground with gasps as his body quivered with the agony he felt and the travelling from his home world to this one of unknown. He had travelled, walked between the worlds, in the space of time till he could walk no more.
"Why?" he cried out brokenly as he fell forward, his form wracking with cries as he questioned why he still lived, why was he spared?
With a few shuddering breaths he lifted his head and blinked, the land before him was almost bare and yet there was the feel of life in the planet, it was a new birth of life. He could help here; he could push the world into life like his kind has done before while he hid the last hope in the very core of the earth.
Nodding to himself, he began to dig his burrow. Hope still buried deep within that he wasn't indeed the last Pooka. Maybe if he dug a burrow large enough while he moulded the earth so the life that it wished to grow would and maybe while he did so there may be some Pooka survivors from otherworld's to seek refuge and then he will sleep.
It took Aster years to form the earth into a sphere and help the plants bloom and grow, his heart sick with lonliness and homesickness. He evolved plants closer to those that are found on his homeworld to help but yet it was not the same, not as vibrent.
A/N: Ahh I know so short :(