Wherever I may roam

Ever since the beak men took away my family and my home, I have felt lost. Adrift. With no direction pulling me in any discernible direction. There is a hollowness that I cannot seem to fill nor know what it craves. But there is an urge. A deep rooted hunger for justice. I oftentimes feel alone when in groups and feel a pull towards wilderness. I identified closely with the people in the trees and their profound respect for their surroundings. I need to find these beak men and put my family's souls to rest. Maybe in avenging their deaths I will find my own peace? Maybe...