The Heartwood Dreamland is a free land

Pole, Yao says with a wince as his bush-mate got a drop of water in his eye. Ah, good point. He wasn't much of an expert on hunting. The finer point of it — understanding the behavior of one's quarry — escaped him. And it seemed like it escaped his companion as well, slightly at least. He only responded with an understanding grunt. He'd have to learn the story from someone else it seemed. 

My name is Haoniyao, by the way. If they were going to be stuck like this for a while, they might as well get to know each other a little better.