Winters March

::Each day as his Or took their places, he talked with each man about his wagons, his family, his personal livestock. Teng intended to assist each as he could, so that they could withstand the rigors of the march. Saddened by the news that the herds continued to struggle, hoping that the feed they took from beneath the snow would help them survive the migration. The larl tracks they had spotted earlier in the day showed growing attention in the wagons. Rain, wind, snow, ice, Turians, now larls, the Sky seemed to be testing the Tribe in a great way on this march. He pondered this for an ahn, coming to the conclusion that they would emerge from these trials stronger and bound more tightly together than ever. What did not kill them could only make them stronger::