It all started when a plane crashed near the forest a day ago. You all dismissed it at human activity.

You're a thirteen year old Therian who lives in a large group or clan of Therians children. You're sitting by a river to catch fish with your hands for dinner for you and your "clan", when you smell something. A human. You snatched up your mask (which is painted at birth on which kind of animal you are) and put it in your bag, before snatching up your small dagger and looking around.