~ July 15th, 1883 ~ "It had been some weeks since I'd first encountered the pards, as I'd so named the feline people whose pride I was accepted into more and more with each passing day. I realize to the astute reader, a pride refers to the familial unit of the King of the jungle - however, to see the pards living together with their leopard companions - pride is the only appropriate name." "Two young females in particular seemed as intrigued by me as I them. And, both seemed rivals for my attention. Since we spoke no common language, I'd humbly given them names, if for no other reason that so I could tell them apart and make a distinction in my journals. To the left, with a bible black coat of fur, is Drow. And to the right, Sara."