You emerge in a small village, Native American it appears to be, for the most part anyway. You can't put your finger on it exactly, but there is definately something different about it. No matter the appearance, though, this palce feels very...comforting, peaceful. You glance around the place.

You blink, seeing a little white face peek out at you from behind a tree. You shake your head and look to see another joining it. The two furry things mew at each other a bit softly before sudenly flying out--quite litterally--and flutter over to you. You are taken aback, and stare at them in surprise as they giggle insanely at you, covering their mouths with their tiny little white paws.

"Their names....are Cutie...and...and Sweets," a voice says softly, sounding very unsure of his own words, very unsure of the language coming form his lips. You look up as the two flying angelic kittens gasp in surprise and dash off from whence they came. You look up to see the one who has spoken to you.

You see what appears to be a boy, perhaps of elven heritage, at least from one side of his family. He is thin, tall, merely a teenager. His hair is a mess of blue and green like some teens have today, but...judging by your surroundings and the boy's modest uniform, as well as his semi-pointed ears, that his hair's strange coloring may actually be natural.

He wets his lips, taking your stare as a sign that he has horribly confused you, he heasitantly repeats, "Their names...Cutie...Sweets." He points off toward where the two disappeared. "C...C...F....gifts, yes?" You smile and so does he, feeling very proud that you seem to understand.

The boy then points to himself. "Custom...gift," he says with a bit more confidence. "Tattaron Gethet." He points to himself again, tapping his bare chest to get the point across. He grins happily when you nodd, calling him by his name. He claps his hands and glances off a bit past you. "Wolf! Wolfwood!" he cries.

"Howdy," the canine creature says happily, hands hanging from his pockets as he glances at Tattaron, then to you. "Nice to meet ya. Name's Wolfwood, Clint Wolfwood." He swishes his tail to keep away some insects buzzing about. "Was a custom gift from Amethyst a while back."

After a pause, he glances down at the boy standing happily by his side. "I see you've met my buddy Tattaron already. He's pretty good at mastering English and all, but I'm afraid I've been having trouble learning his own little form of Elvish." The wolfish creature shrugs.

You blink and watch the two, then shake your head to bring yourself back to reality. You introduce yourself and Clint grins in satisfaction. "Well, welcome to our little home and all, hope ya enjoy this stay of yours. If you have any questions, ask Tattaron." The anthromorphic creature shruggs his shoulders and pats the native elven boy on the head.

"Yeah communication can be a bit tricky sometimes, but I'm tellin' ya that the boy was the one who pretty much founded this place! I'd hate to admit it, but really, Tattaron is both our guide when it comes to the area. I'm tellin' ya, this boy's more in-tune with the earth and all these crazy little animals than Mother Nature herself!" The boy by his side beams proudly.

"Well, then," Wolfwood says with a stretch and a roll of his broad shoulders. "Tattaron was just starting a little fire 'fore you came if you'd like to join the lot of us for supper. Boy hunted up a good feast this afternoon--" He glances up at the sun that will be setting soon. "--And I promised to get the fire itself started, and I guess I should do that in a little bit, huh?"

He sighs and pushes the boy gently, and Tattaron smiles to the both of you. The teen runs off to get the food ready before cooking. Wolfwood continues as the elven child leaves. "Just gotta light the thing and keep it burning for a bit...thing does the rest by itself anyhow. Then! We eat!" He roars with laugher, nudging your shoulder. "Well, whaddya say to that? Join us?"