Suri-Kyla

It had been quite some time since the death of Onni. Rhoana had begun busying herself with travelling across Forochel when weather permitted. She began plotting different areas and mapping the land, predominantly where certain animals grazed in number. Upon returning, the villagers would gladly take heed of her findings to prepare for greater hunts; though whisperings and suspicions soon wrought themselves through the camp as Rhoana began hunting more herself.

Rhoana burst out of the hut and broke into a swift run. She paid little attention to the villagers escaping their homes after the dying of the storm and ran toward the village’s great lodge which housed the council’s elder.

Storms like these last many days in Forochel, it is always wise to prepare the homesteads with lasting food, water and warmth. It had been a long stretch this time, this storm, though they were unsure the exact amount of days. The hut was dark except for the flicker of light from the large fire, the whole family was sat about it, conversations had been lead and driven, though one did not participate.