(I gave my Natrelmon names, check my profile under CS)

The city of Toran, Drane had never something so big and busy in his life. Even from the distance he was from the city, he could hear the sounds of the traffic, the crowd and smell the pungent and not so pleasant smells of the roads. His Natrelmon were very curious, just as he was, of what could be in the city. He set off again with his Omu and Kyonshi perched on his shoulders while the other 3 peaked out of his bag.
Drane started imagining just what it will be like withing the city. How did people dress? What strange food do they eat? How do they talk? His thoughts were broken by a piece of metal on which he almost tripped over. He looked on the floor and saw two very long lines of steel with wood holding them together forming a kind of road. He has seen something like it in Armkfish but didn't really remember what it was for. In any case it went towards Toran and so Drane decided to follow it.
It wasn't too comfortable to walk on, but at least he had a straight way to his destination instead of having to wind around all the farming fields to not tread out any crops.

~What's that?~ though Drane as he heard someamooth sound as id something was sliding very fast. The sound seemed to come from the metal on the ground. Drane looked back and immediately jumped off of the train-tracks, finally remembering what they were. In the orphanage there were a couple of books for the smaller children where there were picturesof railways and trains. He now also remembered that there is a station in the city to which these tracks lead.
~A station is where people who just arrived the city have to go. Thats where Ill go as well~ Reasoned Drane with his impeccable logic. After about half an hours walk, and getting off of the track to let 4 more trains pass, he was entering the station's area where the train tracks split many times to let the trains park and unload all their passengers.

Drane, not feeling weird at all, arrived at the station, walking on a train track, he noticed some people eyeing him with disapproval from the top of the platform and heard some others shouting something.
~Hey you, what do you think you're doing!?~ Drane froze, realizing that the man in blue with a funny hat was talking to him, and he seemed very, very angry. Drane just opened his mouth but not a word came out. He suddenly realized just how many people there were now looking at him, none of them had a kind face expression in any ways. There were only a few worried looks
~Get off of the tracks right now! Are you listening to me? I said get off! Bah! The things the youngs do to get attention. Get up here right now or I'll go down and take you to your mother. She won't be happy to hear about this, I assure you!~ continued the man.

Drane didn't understand what was goin on. What did he do wrong? Why was everyone angry at him? He really started panicking when he saw the man in blue just from the platform and start walking towards him, loudly muttering insults. In that moment, Drane decided he didn't want to know what was in the city after all. If this is how they greeted newcomers, he wanted to stay out of this place. He turned around and started running. Hearing shout from the man, he ran even faster. Back into his beloved wilderness.

He arrived at the edge of the forest around Toran and stopped there to rest and reassess the situation.
~What just happened? Why was that man so angry? And why did no one help him?~ One thing he was sure about though, the city is dangerous, not because of machines or traffic, but because of its people.

That moment he jolted up.
~Mudball!? Mudball where are you? Oh no, no. He must've fallen out of my bag.~   Drane started running back along where he came from when he noticed tracks of his Kaigara, which he followed hurriedly.

~Mudball, oh there you are! I was so worr-~ Drane stops dead.
Mudball is staring intensly at a man and three Natrelmon, all in a clearing with a tree stump in the middle. Drane quickly ducks behind a bush and watches, curious to see what is going on.