Suddenly, I tripped on a rock. The footsteps that I had heard earlier came closer. I could not get up to run away, so I lay helplessly on the ground. My doom seemed to stare me in the face.
But then, I heard a voice say, "Take care of this, Lillian. You will be able to take care of her, but treat her as a companion, not a pet whom you order to do silly tricks to amuse you." At that, a white bundle was dropped at my feet.
Tribe: ???
Age: Cocoon
Gender: ???
Adopted from: Egyptan Desert
I stared at this... thing, then took it over to my friend, Talia's, house.
"This is an Egyptan cocoon." she said, and whistled. Then, a colorful Egyptan cub bounded out. "This is Fyora," Talia said. "She is my Egyptan. But now, you must go. Find a home where both you and your Egyptan cannot be found." she said, herding Fyora out of sight.
A little while later, I was in the middle of the forest again, but this time, I was in search of a home for Faline. As I found a suitable shelter for her, then placed her in the cave, I had a strong feeling of faith that my Egyptan would live. Faith that she would start a legacy that would span for a thousand generations. Faith that I would be a good "bondmate," as Talia called it.