K'tahjha curls up in bed in the tent she shares with her aunt, her mind swirling with violently unhappy thoughts. Why now? Things were going so well. She sits up and angrily wipes tears then cradles her head in her hands. She had worked so hard to improve her bow skills and to stalk the sands like her desert-born sisters. I'm not a huntress, I'm a coward. I've disappointed Luha. With a sigh she pushes herself off her cot, picks up her bow and heads out of the tent to look for her aunt.
She hesitates slightly and then heads away from the ceremonial fire, winding her way through the sea of tents. Her ears perked and scenting the air, she tries to trail K'luha through camp, slowly working her way towards the outer edge.
She hesitates slightly and then heads away from the ceremonial fire, winding her way through the sea of tents. Her ears perked and scenting the air, she tries to trail K'luha through camp, slowly working her way towards the outer edge.
