They entered the forest as twin lost souls, still hurting from their exile from the only home they knew. But they had each other, and home was more than a place.
They began with a simple shelter between two trees, crudely made in the middle of a storm with whatever scraps they could find. As their days in the forest increased, they branched out.
A nook high in the branches, a shelter near a stream, a hut in the side of a hill, pockets of storage along their favoured paths. Slowly but surely, they created their place. It wasn’t the same as their old community, but it was home.