Golden Glade Another Meeting

Ayla nodded. "Yes, humans. That was what my mother called them." she hesitated briefly before continuing, saying, "I hated it. Being confined. The fences, they were made of hard, shiny stuff, with holes in between. It looked weak, but it was really quite strong. One day, they took me out of there, tried to force me into this tiny little den made of shiny hard stuff. But, somehow, I escaped...and came across these wilds. I escaped maybe...three months ago, now. I'v adapted pretty well, though I have no idea how to hunt large prey, and some social etiquette that comes naturally to everyone else evades me."