~(Here there are a few pages scrawled in an elegant handstyle, the pages are soft with age, discolored around the edges from frequent turning of pages.)

((TW: Colonization, Refugee, Deforestation))

Dark was the Forest awning, Looming over Us. Drowned out the Light of the Sky easier than two licked fingers and a Matchstick's head between them.
In the Forest where most would Withdraw from in Fear and Suspicion, We Abide. The Bears.
Seeking a place to rest, a place to dwell, to Inhabit, to Thrive.

The Isle which was meant to be our Downfall, bleak, soaked in brine and as Unforgiving as
The Northern Frosts- though much less cold. 'Dar' used to say, If we ever left- we'd be Southerners. I dare-say now that's what we are. (I even write like them now.)

He says now, we have a Quarter-Cycle to Hunt the Isle of it's Game.
The Walls are going up on the Cape of the Isle, Deforestation has begun and the Halls 'Shell' has been erected. For now it will House all the Men and Women Warriors, Animals as well as the Lords and their Ladies alike. The Hall has enough wood now to last us the Winter.
All in all, I think my Husband has chosen a fine place to build a Stronghold.

I am due for my Firstborn, in Half a Cycle, Darius prays to the Gods for a Boy.
Of Course, I want a Daughter.

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Today I sat and watched the dock come to life on the Waterfront, I had with me an escort,
She tells me of the Progress, recites the Men's Discussions with uncanny Interpretation, (with, I imagine- "added" Song and Dance.)

The Tyranny of Longclaws has now Spread and taken over most of the Mainland.
For his claws are long Indeed, though he has not the Ships to carry his army along the coast now to where we have sequestered ourselves. Dar says soon, we will be fortified enough to withstand a siege. And that- we presume, Our Home has all but been destroyed. If we fair well for the Winter, we will expand and build, plant crops. Send for the Bannermen to join us when the Ice Freezes. And again when it Breaks.

In other Whisperings, I hear that the Bear Clans have diverged now. Many Mainland Bears have rallied to Longclaws.
-The Fen Longclaws and the Bogberns.
-The Northstars (at least half),
-Both Arbor River Clans, and all Four Elders.

Thus far the Ursican Hold still has the Banners of
-House Umbrose (and its Elders here with us on the Isle.)
-The Brinebjorns and Saltmates, (whom without which we'd never have Escaped.)
-Woods Clan, and Plains Clan are still on the Mainlands,
-One of the Three Fisher Tribes, and One of the Honeysower Elders, Location Unknown.

Many Bear Clans, Otter Clans and a Few Smaller Families have yet to be accounted for.
I Make Offerings to the Gods in hopes more will Join us soon.

-(The Name here has been scribbled out)