(P.O.V Velaria)
The rustling of the trees could be heard due to the wind that made them dance, a small slip, or a small mistake would end my long life, maybe that would make me meet my parents again, and Hood, my dear Hood.
I kept jumping between branches making sure I did not see any enemy nearby, luckily at least in this forest there were no humans, but we could not go on like this, 10 years ago we were 92 and now we are only 44 and separated into groups of 11 individuals to avoid the extinction of our own species.
