A white female shoyru with bright green eyes sat under a tree. She was watching a small shoyru chase snowflakes falling from the winter sky. Her life was finally content, after those few ruff years.

Raziya, come here." The little green buddle of joy stumbled to her mother. She tripped and landed in her lap with a small giggle. She looked up to her mom with bright eyes.

I have something for you." She picked up a small white box with holes in it and handed to the youngster. "Go ahead and see what is inside.

The girl took the led off the box and pecked inside. There in a buddle of green branches was a small sleeping Fir. The petpet woke up and looked up at the Raz. It stood up in the box and shoke its' branches.

It is your birthday present, my dear girl." The mother and daughter hugged for the last time that day. A crazed Darigan Grarrl had killed the mother that day, while they where walking back home. Raz had hidden in the bushes and witnessed the slaughter of her mother on a frozen lake. Before the little one could get help, the ice cracked and the dead shoyru sunk to the bottom of the lake.

Mommy! Mommy!" The young shoyru sat at the edge of the lake crying for her mother to come back. A passing earth faerie heard the helpless cries and flew over to the girl. She held the poor weeping shoyru in her safe arms. Since she knew nothing about this little one, she flew her and the Fir to her tree where she lived.

The earth faerie was a very beautiful and joyous being that raised Raz as a child. Her name was Kezia. She taught Raz how to love the plants and the earth that homed them. They became like mother and daughter. Yet, Kezia was too busy tending to the trees that she was to take care of in her forest.

Kezia could not take care of Raz anymore. So she set out on a quest to find a human to take care of her dear girl. She found the one human that could do which was WOG. WOG was a big hearted human who loved many a pet that where either hers or not. Kezia knew Raz would be in good hands with her.

Well there is more to the story of this pure hearted shoyru but it is not time to tell it, yet.