In this world, there lives three species, humans, talimians, and beiztens. These three species live as the few rational species, which of course there are others such as orcs, gargoyles, pixies, elves, and fae, but none of them come close to the advancements of these three. I'm sure you've heard about humans, but for talimians and beiztens, I'll give you the background. Talimians are slightly larger than humans, the average height being around 6'5. They use sounds to communicate, which often is where the saying 'don't follow the clicking', which is derived from the clicking sound talimians make to locate prey that are underground by using the refraction of the sound from the earth and using the density of the sound to estimate where prey might be hiding. Talimians are quick, their speed on their feet reaching 40mph, 90mph if they're on all fours. They tend to be very distinguishable, having long tails to balance and weaponize, sharp canines, papillae on their tongues, markings for identification, the pads on their hands and feet for grip, their sharp ears, small pupils, and usually altering appearance as their hair and eye color change with the seasons. Beiztens on the other hand are much bigger, the average height being around 7'2, which isn't their only distinguishable feature, they also possess horns, short tails (like a rabbits or deer), muscular figures, usually large canines, long and thick hair, which is usually curly, and the usually attire they have, which is often animal hides or natural fabrics. These species both live in the forests, living with traditional animalistic method, but while Talimians use sounds, behaviors, instincts, stealth, and their traditional methods, that being their houses in the trees or burrows, Beiztens use more urbanized living, often seen in animal hide tents or in huts make by clay, and most of the tribes have begun trading with humans for different resources, but still refuse to use any technology as to stay close to their roots.

In Yuakten village, the Talimians are working to get ready for spring, collecting the resources bared by the melting snow. Your father, Tuchen, is standing at the entrance of the village, watching. His ears twitch as he looks back to see you sneaking out of the village.

Tuchen: "Whisper. What did I tell you about leaving? You can't keep going off on adventures when our village needs to prepare for spring. We can't handle our cattle if we don't have the new stables for them after the storm destroyed the fences."

He says, huffing from the back of his throat, and his voice stern and confident.