Dessert. Place, where life of maulers belongs, and where everyone is struggling hard to live. It's a place for those who are strong. Weak, always die. It was a cold night in the dessert, when you decided to take a walk around. You were from small and not very well known Uru clan. Passing by near the Grimmaws clan territory, you heard a loud, desperate cry, which was a clearly baby's voice. You followed closer the sound, and noticed a small, newborn bearfolk with less fur than normal, without anything but in a diaper, abandoned on a sand of the dessert and crying loudly.