Endless March

It would seem the Sky is testing our strength, just as we form a plan to overcome one obstacle placed before us another appears. Last night a larl attacked, killing a bull bosk. Pop examined it's body, and found no sign that the larl had fed. Apparently it was killing for the sake of the kill.
This seems to go against the very fabric that nature is created of, but then the Spex warned us that things may appear one way but actually not be as they appear. As I rode patrol with my men in the darkness I carefully considered her words. Many odd happenings have taken place on this seemingly endless march, not the least being the shaking of the earth. Was the great crevice in the earth truly made of that shaking, or is it something more. Larls tracking the wagons, the number of Tuchuk finding their way to us while on migration, chunks of ice falling from the Sky. ::he paused to think for several ihn::

Ba'atar eased the mood for a time last night. He formally made Aponi Tribe, and commanded the women to set her nose ring. That tiny, shimmering ring. We enjoyed some easy banter and
concluded that she indeed needed to keep her braid, I was happy to exchange as part of her bride price the mating rights to our first born daughter. A girl child could do much worse in a mate than the son of an Ubar. However, if he had chosen to require her shaved bald it would not have diminished her worth in my eyes. Hair grows back.