Dear Darla

There came a day in every Songas life where they would harvest their first trophy. It was a momentous moment in one's life - it signified the change from child into adult. It differentiated them from barbarians, to the cultured way of Songa life.

Picking your first trophy was important. Where you a cautious wolf who picked an easy kill, the quick kill. More eager with becoming an adult then you where with becoming the adult you wanted others to see you as?

Ra had spent weeks scouting and planning, harassing and fleeing (strategically) from the creatures of this world. So far, he knew in his heart of hearts that he had not found the right beast to slay. He had not found the right adornment to wear upon his body so that he could hold his head up high with pride.

It was during his scouting, scampering carefully from trees to tree, that he would see the man. He knew Balsam, he often saw him in the same areas as his sister. Hanging around similar trees, so to speak. Honestly, he didn't think he had ever seen vel give him the time of day, and consequently had barely spoken with the man.

Yet it was with great curiosity that he would follow him now. What was he doing? He was yet to gain his first trophy, as unadorned as Ra himself. Ra was very careful to keep out of sight, clinging to high trees where his golden colors blended with the deep tones of the thick branches. He watched with a careful eye as the man scampered up high into the trees, staying on alert to see what unnerved him. When he came down, Ra crept closer, determined to keep him in his sights well staying hidden himself.