Dawn light touched the far sky, and the morning sun rose from amongst the mountains, illuminating the temporary camp of the Canine Descendants. The chaotic camp sprawled for miles, with wisps of cooking smoke twirling around the edges of the forest, the aroma of corn permeating the air.
"Having temporarily repelled the Otomi, the Tribes can finally settle down for a moment and enjoy a warm breakfast."
The banner of the Red Crow was slanted on the highest point of the small hill. Below the hill was the fenceless Red Crow camp, no, it should be said it was a gathering point for the Tribes.
Amoxtli, dressed in Cotton Armor, accompanied by several dozen red-haired trusted aides, patrolled the Tribes' gathering point. Resolute, he continually greeted the surrounding warriors and occasionally erupted into hearty laughter. The Chieftain's laughter echoed through the valley, drifting towards the sun atop the eastern mountain peaks, gradually brightening the gloomy camp.
