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We were a pack of 'Shebrons', because that's what the men with wool on their heads called us. The river flowing through the hardened sand gave us water and the scarce wide trees gave us shade. Everything that is green was food we could eat, and everything that moved was dangerous.
Some days, one of us was lured by food by the men with wool. The younger were preoccupied that they dissapeared, the older knew what truly happened. After days, they saw their old companion running with the man on their back. I would hope he lives the rest of their days happier than with us.
After time has passed, we saw red. The fire which was rare to find, was seen by the direction the men lived.
It took 2 days to settle down.
There were no more men with wool on their heads. There were another species similar to men. Their heads had flowing blue hair like the river flowing down, their ears were big and pointy like the river rocks. They were river men, because that's what we called them.
Their animals were similar but different to us. They had horns and beautiful mane with white skin. These animals had river men on their backs. Maybe the river men kept their animals alive.
One river man, or more likely a woman spoke to me. Not us, me. I've been picked at last, so my death was certain. The woman walked away from me and started chanting something that felt familiar in my soul. I fainted right after the river woman stopped.
I notice my fall to be more silent.
I woke up seeing the woman. I make a noise, but it sounds different. It was the same talk the river men used. I panicked, as I thought that I was becoming part of the river men mounts, but I regained my senses and thought: I am no longer a Shebron.