Behind her, the wooden beams of the caravans creaked. Their cloth awnings rapped like drums in the grasp of the wind. She could hear the bone chimes clattering, their sound music to her ears.

She worked silently between the intricately decorated caravans, avoiding anyone who got too close. At the edge of camp, the elk grazed greedily in an open clearing. The Wati-Asala, the elk herders, were lounging in the grass watching over them. The elk were just as much a part of the tribe as they were.