This place is crazy.
I was minding my own business in some small hills, attempting to learn the ways of these forests of green and rain. They are certainly bountiful, if a little stifling and tangled, and have a strange beauty that I start to see more and more. So, I thought, as I finished skinning a small animal that I think is called a boar, maybe I can live here after all. But then, some humans with swords and horses charge up to me, and without word of explanation demand I come with them. Of course I was too astonished at their cheek to put up much of a fight, and found myself tied up and dragged through the forest towards a village. They locked me in a vile cell, and accused me of a crime I have never heard before: poaching. I get the impression it's similar to when two tribes come too close to each other in winter, and it starts to get violent. But these people have vast expanses of food in their fields, and poor tethered animals in their homes, so I don't know what their upset about. Still, I'll keep my head down, there's no point in arguing.
So here I sit, with nothing to do but reminisce about the home I shall never see again, and hope that Drura is getting on better than I am.