After a long day's journey it's good to rest by the fireside...

Sometimes I think this search will never end... I don't know how far we are from our home and the tribe. I sure miss the one of my kind. Even though they're not always kind. And I'm so tired....

I wonder if this woods will ever end. We've been traveling under these mighty trees for days and days. I do not understand much of the howlers speak but I'm sure when last they talked there was mention of dangerous creatures roaming this eerie land. 'Till now, we've been lucky. But I'm anxious and I don't have good feelings...

My howler has become very friendly to me in the days gone by. He didn't hit or bite me for quite a while. And after a long day, when I carried him quite a good distance, he growls a few - maybe kind - words and sometimes he even feeds me with some of that melloms. I really enjoy that! They taste sweet and make my head go dizzy. So much, I even dare to ask for a ritual sometimes...

I'm sure, back home, if the other smooth skins would know, they'll sure stone me to death...

But I don't care. We are far away from all that. And nothing that happens matters to anybody else but us.