ORIGIN

Uhunzi had grown to be almost a hermit of a person. Somehow, the tamarian hadn't met anything resembling sentient life other than rabbits that ran away from him when he approached one. He spent most his days in the trees of Eridanus with a stone cold vow not to leave the area. He had kept to this for an entire cycle.

But today? From his favourite branch in his favourite tree, he stared at the entrance to tunnel H. He hadn't found the other exit leading to I, but this one he had kept an eye on it. Once or twice in the past he sat by it, feeling the faint cold that came out from the entrance, but never did he dare actually enter. He slowly climbed down the tree until his feet were on the moss that covered the cave floor and with hesitation, he headed towards tunnel H.

But he did not enter.

He sat down quietly, tail swaying to and fro on the ground as he looked into the cold tunnel. He sat there for a horribly long time, in silence. He simply stared down, gazing at the cave ground, locating where water dripped from off the ceiling. The longer he sat, the colder he got, but he didn't mind much.

"Sheesh," he muttered to himself at last as he got back up, turning to move away from the tunnels and back towards the tree he previously sat in, beginning to climb the trunk towards his branch. The moment he perched on the branch, he lifted his hands to take a mango down from the leaves above, gazing at it before he bit into it.