Long the howlers have been searching!

Because we, the soft, we are getting less. So many of us had died. Some of them by the venom of their howlers bite, but much more by that myterious disease that arose twenty summers ago.

The howlers called it 'snaka'. Snaka is no good. Snaka makes you weak. Snaka keeps you from getting small ones. Snaka don't let you do what are your duties. Many of us soft ones got ill and died. Only a few seemed to be imune...

There was a tale. Telling about that land far away. The howlers stated that their ancestors reigned the land ages ago. It's the place where the soft ones came from. But it's lost since the great war... and no one nowadays knows where it may be. The land is called Hallymia. And it's said, it lies behind the great mountain wall. Somewhere there, on a high pass the Gate of Illys is located, that gives way to Hallymias green woods and meadows. The soft live there. Good for the howlers.

Me and my howler went for a search. Like many others did. We travelled far and wide and I saw places I never would have dreamt of. And we crossed the mountains. High and even higher we went. And finally, one day, we reached the gate. And the view opened to an enchanting sight after all that barren land! My howler just sat still and stared for a long time. Then he took a deep breath and roard out his triumph. Me, I was to exhausted to enjoy the view. My lungs burned in the thin air and my legs were so weak from the long journey they almost slackened.

But for sure, where ever my howler wishes - down to that promised land or back to the tribes - I'll take him everywhere. And maybe soon there will be more of us again.....