After the incident of the leader's son being killed, the gray ones did not attack us, but they expelled us without even trying to hear our side of the story.
They did not allow us to gather our belongings. I left with my people back into the forest, all of us feeling betrayed.
But this time we had something we did not have before. We had learned from the gray ones how to survive in the wild.
We started gathering the few edible fruits, hunting whatever we could hunt,
and we built a simple camp in an area far from their caves. It was exhausting, far more difficult than living among them.
Yet the situation was far better than our first entry into the forest.
Most of us had gained experience in hunting and survival, and our hearts began regaining some calm.
But the peace we had, as always, was temporary.
One night, a massive beast attacked us, its body covered in fur and its eyes glowing under the moonlight.
