It was time for the tribe to move, the game had begun to move North, and Hjalmofir hoped they could find a good site to settle for the season near the Rebena Dyne. This was the third day of travel for the group in the cart, the past two days having been uneventful other than noticing two pairs of hoofprints, probably from Keppjarn's tribe, scouting as well. They were fortunate to have what they did, Inguar had taken a lot of pride in constructing that cart, it was rough, and the passengers could feel every bump, but she was sturdy. Tekai had traveled in it as part of the expedition for the past five seasons, when Inguar had first constructed it. That first season it got stuck in the deep snow, it took a couple hours to slod through that mush, but she held up. Seerah had come along since Tekai's father passed, before Rofna had come along, but now she stayed behind to tend to Iya in his absence. That was the season Sialfi had come into the tribe, he was taken in quickly by Inguar, and as leader of these expeditions, Inguar began bringing Sialfi along immediately. This was a first trip for Nariya, Jarpr often coming along as he mainly took care of the horses, this season however, Hjalfomir insisted Nariya come along, saying that it might be good for the poor girl to get out.
Up front Inguar finally pushed Sialfi off him. Startled, Sialfi grabbed the cart to keep from falling off.
Inguar scolded him lightly, "Yer my lookout lad, you need your eyes open for such a task. That would be the look part."
"I don't see what the problem is. You got six perfectly good ones in the back. You might even have one of your own, though I wouldn't know it from the craftsmanship on this thing." Sialfi chuckled to himself.
Inguar didn't look amused at Sialfi. "Everyone doing alright back there? It's a bit nasty for this time of the year."
Meanwhile, somewhere in the woods, Sheng Shemin had picked up a couple sets of footprints, while tracking a deer through the woods. It had been some time since he had seen another human face, though it had been one of the Breathless, and sometimes they didn't seem quite right anyway. There weren't many tribes here this time of year, but he had found a good cave to call home for the time. The past season having depleted most of his food stores, a deer could make for replenishing his supplies quite well, but the foot prints seemed to be going away from the deer. As he pondered the two diverging paths, Sheng felt something watching him. As the snow fell around him, he looked around for a moment, but saw nothing, perhaps he had spooked most of the wildlife.
The sound caught his ears, a beautiful white owl sat in the branch of a nearby tree. Looking down at him with what looked like curiosity.
It called out once more, still looking down on Sheng with that curious look. But not really helping with the current situation as the tracks filled in slowly.
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