- Garrl, I will be honest with you because I know you deserve it and I believe it's the right thing for both of us. The truth is, I have many questions; some may sound strange, but I ask you to please at least listen to me.

  Inside me, I feel the fear of rejection, but I see Garrl just staying silent and waiting for me to keep talking; I pray that this decision is the right one.

  - Well, where do I start? …………………………………… The truth is, I don't know what you mean by "heritage." If you're referring to some knowledge, then yes, I have some, but I don't think it will be useful to us for now. I don't know anything about our people, I don't even know who we are! I don't know anything about the "great ancestors" or the "wise ones"; I don't even know if I'm a "wanderer," what the heck! I don't even know what being one means, but I do know that if it weren't for you, I would already be dead. You helped me, and I want to return the favor. I want to honor the memory of Kirkarrg; I want to understand why I'm here, why everything that happened to us happened, and above all, I want to get along with you. That's why I'm being sincere at this moment, because I believe, I truly believe! That by getting to know each other and trusting one another, we can move forward together. So, please, be understanding and I am open to any questions you may have.

  I wait for Garrl's reaction, but there's only silence between us; he doesn't say anything, nor does he do anything, but suddenly he stops and turns back to me.

  - Do you truly say you know nothing of the great ancestors, of our people and our duty? So, are you a wanderer? But, how? You can understand me now and speak, you even accompanied me in our pain; doesn't a wanderer do that?

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  To my momentary joy, the way Garrl expressed himself was more confusion than anger, so I cautiously continued our conversation.

  - As I told you, I think I can understand and speak your language, I mean, our language. Thank you, Kirkarrg. Before, I only relied on intuition about what you were trying to tell me. Can I ask you some questions or do you need time?

  - I, ……………………….., I don't know?, it's strange, my inheritance, it didn't leave me anything about a "wanderer," "non-wanderer," …………………………… and if Kirkarrg managed to inherit from you, it could only be if you had lineage, or at least that's what he told me, how strange.

  - Sorry, Garrl, is it so bad if I'm a wanderer? What does it mean to be a wanderer?

  - A wanderer? Well, a wanderer is a littermate whose lineage separated from our great ancestors and does not allow them to inherit. They tend to be aggressive and are driven by their wildest instincts, they are not seen as worthy of our lineage and are abandoned.

  Abandoned! That would explain why Kirkarrg acts the way he does. He thought I was a wanderer and what they taught him in his culture and customs was that he should abandon me, but he didn't, I suppose because of my behavior of not acting like a savage, and yes, unfortunately, the destruction of the village must have influenced it; but I don't blame you for anything, Kirkarrg, in the end, you decided to protect me and even help me. The question is: What impression does Garrl have of me?

  Meanwhile, Garrl was lost in his own thoughts. It's strange, if Kirkarrg were here, maybe he would know about Breigon and whether or not he is a wanderer, ……………………., but the truth is I had already decided to be with my litter brother, whether he is a wanderer or not, since it's just the two of us; I will guide him as Kirkarrg asked me to and together we will survive. For me, he is my brother Breigon.