“You’re suspicions were correct my dearest.” Paulu said to Oni as they both carried the last of the water to the wagons. “Sachem Agis has given the order you predicted, you are so smart! I couldn’t be more proud.”
Oni’s heart full of joy and pride, helped his mother load the wagon with what was left of the water. Looking at it, he knew they don’t have but a few days, a week at the most.
Shattering the joy he felt, he thought of his father and brother. “Where is father… and Average Joe?”
“They are out on a hunt, as usual. They don’t know yet that this will be their last here at Troll’s Bridge.”
A commotion rumbled through the camp.
Oni rolled his eyes, “That would be them.”
“Oni, they are different. I have told you to forgive them, they only know of one way, and that is the way of the hunt.”
Oni thought that it is more than that, he knows there is more than one way to hunt.
As Oni looked away from his mother and towards the camp he sees his Father, and brother come into view. Both laughing and gloating. Not far behind some of the other hunters carried in a kill, one Tiamat would be proud of: a full grown Jankx. This must be a sign to move, because the food from this kill will feed them for at least a week.