When we entered the cluster of trees we found a small number of Caterpillars and a few other small creatures living there. My Clan began to introduce themselves, planning to tell their story, when they were silenced by a very large and very old Caterpillar. All others in the tree-encircled clearing became silent as well. The old Caterpillar seemed revered by all others in this space.

The old Caterpillar told us she cared not of our story. As long as we meant those within her Grove no harm, we were welcome to live with them, for they had plenty of room and food to share. We celebrated our new Grove, the generosity of those we had encountered, and hoped those we had left behind were faring well.