Yaasiel

Sitting in the darkness that covered the room was Yaasiel. He was born in a small wind lair , but spoke little of it . His small duskrat , Lightblub , nibbled at a fruit. In is deep voice ,Yaasiel, moaned . He had stopped at this lair to heal from his severe injuries. But that had been weeks ago, he deeply missed his home . He remembered the whole reason he had left the lair , just to go hunting . But sometimes things don't go as planned. He started to wonder if his clan even missed him . They had treated him badly when he was younger. Lightbulb whimpered for another fruit. He decided as he dropped a fruit into Lightblub's paws , that he would stay at the this quiet shadow lair.