"Oh? The aged tribal priest?"
Xiulote looked toward the camp with interest, seeing only a worn Red Crow flag and a low chieftain's longhouse, with traces of migration everywhere else. He looked for a while, then turned to the Red Frog chieftain at his side.
"Keka, do you know this wilderness priest?"
Keka widened his eyes, glanced at the camp's flag, and nodded.
"It's Kakalo from the Red Crow Tribe. He is both the wilderness priest of the heritage and the chieftain of the Red Crow Tribe. The crow is a wise divine bird, so he is also a man of wisdom and mana. Great Chief, when you were traveling north, the Red Crow Tribe was the first to sense danger and the first tribe to flee!"
"The Red Crow Tribe, the first to flee the valley? Kakalo, the crow?"
Xiulote mulled over this Nava word. Indeed, in the culture of Central America, the crow is a divine bird that can foretell death and the future.
