Home

The grass shimmered in the early morning light, the air held a sweetness that had been missing for nearly a moon. Could it be, could it actually be that they had arrived home. The North Camp, the pastures were rich for the bosk, the stream filled with sweet fresh water. He'd helped get his wagon settled along with those of his father. There were so many details, but the Tribe worked together as one to get the harigga established quickly. Those concentric circles, layers of safety, that can only fully be put into place when the Tuchuk are camped on their lands. Once he had spoken with his commander his own Or was gathered. Carefully they went over the established patrols, and discussed the blood tinged trail found earlier that day. Extra caution would have to be taken, it would be easy to fall into a sense of safety. Life on the Plains was harsh, camped on the trail or at home in the harigga. Ending their discussions on that note, Teng set to the task of setting up the forge, for many repairs would be needed now that they had arrived home. He enjoyed working along side his father, getting to know him as a man instead of a distant memory. He still had many questions, perhaps soon they'd hunt together and he could ask what he needed to know.