On the move.

The wagons had been moving for some days now. Teng and his men rode the herds to ensure their safe arrival. Long days in the saddle were wearing, but he did not simply collapse into his furs at night. The talk around the fires was enlightning to the ways of the Tribe, and he drank in the substance that was his life. The conversation with the women was calming, and eased the bone weary edges that were bound to appear after days in the saddle. The drums announced that Kaeli had been made tribe, he wondered if another was soon to follow. With those thoughts darting through his mind he took to his furs for the short nights sleep.