As the herds main warrior, it's your job to look after the group while they sleep. You take first watch each night, armed with a single long spear. There are fires around the camp, to ward away the wolves. They've been encroaching as of late, though the head stallion can't fathom why--these woods are farther than they've ever traveled.
You walk a slow and careful circle around the sleeping mass of fifteen bodies. Some stand, some lay and lean their human torsos against one another for support. You glance at your sister, sleeping alone. She is the groups messenger, the one who speaks man's tongue and the one who taught it to you. She, in fact--
Your thoughts break off at the sound of a snapping twig, and as your eyes find the location of the sound a shadow moves in the distance. The grip on your spear tightens.
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