[u][color=a0410d]The Herenthor, Population:107 [/color][/u]

A young Herenthor leaned next to a hut as the tribe stood in a circle around the elder, Phamp. An emergency meeting had just been called. A “new” animal had been damaging the tribe’s Semph crops. (A semph is a fruit that grows on bushes, apple-like in flavor and tomato-ish in density) This nuisance would look like a cross between a rat and a hare, except for the fact that it had little consumable meat. The argument during the meeting was on whether or not it was prudent to continue to rely heavily on farming. 

“We must rely on hunting once more!” one bold Herenthor shouted.

“NO! There is too much danger in that, we’ve already lost five Herenthor in only four moons due to hunting,” Another cautioned. 

The young Herenthor by the hunt yawned. He really couldn’t care less about the debate, no matter how much it affected him. Because of his flippancy, his father would always end up scolding him in his lessons.

“Now Hmph,” he would say, using the boys name, “focus, and rap the grass three times around the stone to tie on your claws.”

“Who cares?” Was always Hmph's response when the he was frustrated.

“Who cares? Who cares!” would be his father’s predictable response, causing himself to get flustered and leave. Leaving Hmph to himself, which was always his goal when his father tried to interact with him.

Hmph was brought back to the present as someone was being restrained by two other Herenthor. The man in question had gotten so fired up about the issue that he tried to attack one of his fellow tribes men. With a smirk, Hmph used the distraction to leave the boring meeting. After a run of about fortyfive (human) minutes, he found his favorite spot in the forest outside the tribes boundaries. Hmph’s favorite part about the place was that it was off limits for him, so he explored there often, having not been caught once since the many moons ago he found the place. As of late, Hmph had been working on building a fort, digging up mud and stones to use as walls. He smiled as he thought about how his parents would react to find that he had muddied his ceremonial skins. Suddenly his smile was wiped off his face as he heard a growling sound. He slowly lifted his head out of the hole he had been digging, to see a very intimidating animal. He had never seen anything like it. It stood on four legs, as tall as a medium sized bush, with long, brown hair. It’s legs were powerful and on its face was a long trunk. Hmph was suddenly fearful for his life, but then he realized the beast, which was about ten meters away, didn’t notice him, it was focused on one of the pests that had been destroying the Herenthor’s crops. With a slash from a clawed paw, the rodent was dead and soon was having its insides sucked out by the other strange animal. Hmph stayed stock still for the next hour, and then was sprinting his way home after the beast had left.