Panic had striken in the village.

Usually it would be easy to deal with the invading humans, but somehow they managed to plant a bomb and explode the warriors den and all the best ones in it.

The King was pacing the room while the Queen was combing the Princess's dark brown fur.

"They have the whole rest if the world. Why not leave us in peace with our island?" the princess asked, the question all of them asked whenever they attacked.

"They're greedy. We pose no threat but they want control everywhere on everyone and everything," the King growled, brushing the black fur on his head anxiously, looking at his family with vibrant yellow eyes.

The Princess looked at the floor with her green eyes, wondering how a race could be so greedy.

The Queen, her white fur glistening, stood up and hugged her King. "We'll find a way. Don't worry, my King..." she said soothingly. She wasn't a fighter, but was an exceptional lover.

"I hope your right, my love..."