„The stars have looked down on this place for countless seasons. The stone beneath my paws has stood for endless moons. This great rock did not rise from the ground for me to sit on it. These trees did not grow to give you shelter. The grass did not cover the moor to soften our paw steps. The rabbits didn't hollow burrows for us to shelter in. The forest did not burn to destroy your home. The world isn't ours. We live here for a few short moons and then disappear. But the land will live on. And it isn't ours to claw into morsels or share like prey. We must honor it and protect it."