My diary was lost for two years! A lynx carried it away, the rascal! I found the diary only now in her den. Fortunately, it was enveloped in a sort of a pocket inside dry moss under a rock so it stayed relatively dry and there was no damage. The lynx had cubs in the den, I cuddled them briefly and left them in peace. Not much happened in these years. I am still alive, a couple of molten ghouls paid me a visit, no looters though. I trained the steel wolf to fetch sticks by ordering him to "follow" the stick, then to "protect" it, and then to "follow" me. Last year, I saw a majestic bergemoth flying over the mountains. My foster parents were reading me tales about Hogvin, the bergemoth rider. What a treat to see the animal in real life.