Snippet #2479834

The frozen north. Far from civilisation, it is here only the greatest of beasts survive, the great mammoth herds or the colossal cave bears. Yet even here a group of Lukai find themselves. It is here following the paths of the migrating mammoths the Kulan tribe wonder the wilds they have called home for generations.

Each member of the tribe carried a part of their homes with them, other than the very old and very young. Because of this they carried great packs on their backs across the many miles in search of a new place to pitch their gers each night to ward of the killing frost. All of them knew the dangers their frozen home held.

Walking at the head of the tribe was Kulan Duain, in his right hand he held a spear with a cast iron head, it was far from his weapon of choice, that was his bow which he had strapped to his back, waiting to be strung one more. Thinking of his weapon caused his free hand to drift to the quiver at his hip, he mentally counted each of the arrows. '30'. It was always 30 arrows if he could help it. He looked back along the line of his people and smiled to himself.

His brother Fetain was, as usual, proving he was much stronger than anyone else in tribe. The huge Lukai always carried double what anyone else could and made a point to carry almost all of his families equipment, yet he somehow always had room for his mammoth bone great sword to hang freely from his back, the great sharpened weapon was as strong and as durable as any weapon made from metal. Behind his brother came his father, he no longer carried any of the equipment for the family, and he too walked with a spear in hand, more to aid his walking than to fight. Behind him came Duains son, Kulan. The boy had grown quickly in just a few years and all could see he could one day lead the tribe with ease, if he survived the wilds, his mother had not been so fortunate.

Duain turned his head back to the path, they had been following a herd of mammoth for a week now and still had yet to sight it, though they knew they could not follow them for much longer. Though supplies were plentiful enough for the time it would soon be winter again, and the tribe would have to head back south towards warmer lands. It would soon be a matter of pride to keep following the herd, but then again the Kulan tribe had survived worse. And they had yet to meet any other tribes as they followed the herd. Maybe they could continue for a time into the winter.