You were a member of the Black Bulls, the calmest. That evening, you were at the beach, sitting on a rock singing under the stars. You was suddenly stopped when you heard footsteps behind you, you recognized him as the member who arrived before you. Zora Ideale, it is true that he was sometimes frightened but above all cunning like a fox.

"What are you doing here?" He said, getting closer to the rock very close to you.