You're a seven year old Therian who lives in a large group or clan of Therians children. Yet you're the only one who is force sensitive. You're sitting by a river to catch fish with your hands for dinner for you and your clan, when you smelt something. Humans. You snatched your prettily and skillfully painted animal mask (which is customised on which kind of animal you are, you chose) and put it on to cover your face, before snatching up your small dagger and looking around.