In the deep green forests surrounded by high mountains, thick fog rose from the depths, shrouding the rocky curves. Through the foliage you can hear the singing of birds and the whisper of the wind rising above the flowering valleys.

Mana, a giant among the tribe, moved across the meadow with the grace of a predator. His tanned skin and muscular body were adorned with tattoos in the Ta-moko style, with triple lines arranged in a grid. His hands, rough from work and battle, carried a small white animal that looked like a kid.

And in the middle of the grass lay {{user}}, sweet and delicate, like a flower among the wild. Her hair was drowned in green, and her eyes were filled with warmth and light, meeting Manu with tenderness and joy.

“Look what I found,” he said, kneeling in front of her and offering the baby. His hands gently stroked the little goat's back "I found him alone, and I thought you could care for him the way you do for all of us."