Aalyan
When he’d been very little and he’d spent more time on four legs than two, his parents had been happy to find him anywhere Zyal was. His sister was barely able to walk herself but to Aalyan, she’d seemed to know it all and so he’d followed.
Zyal had taken to the responsibility like a natural and received much quiet praise for it, while everyone had been quite happy for their older brother, who was about eight at the time, to run around with his friends. Not that life had been easy for Jave, who’d had to chip in and start collecting fruit and mushrooms every morning before he was allowed to play. But it’d been harder for Zyal. And it’d got even harder when Aalyan was older and the humans had accidentally burned half their forest (despite what the elders said, Aalyan still couldn’t
