[ Deep in the forest there's a clearing, filled with freash bloomed flowers and a stream cutting through the center. Near the stream is a small circle with rocks and wood, the embers are still going out as the sun rises and the glistening dew rests on a green lump holding two young taurs and protecting them from the cold air and the freezing dew. The large one stirs and opens his eyes, shaking the dew off and waking the young ones. This is there home. Where they've all lived since found. ]
