The strong wind blew across the mountains and fields, carrying a chill from the Northern Continent. When Red Crow Amoxtli turned from the sorrowful old farmer to the cunning and threatening Great Chief of the Canine Descendants, hundreds of canoes finally burst forth from the mountains upstream of a tributary of the Tampen River, docking at the confluence of the gently flowing river.
"Oh Chief Divine! The gray wolves of the wilderness traveled eastward for four hundred miles long, over towering mountain ranges hundreds of people high. And here the warriors like wolves land, break free from the barren and desolate valley cage, arriving finally at this vast and fertile green wilderness!..."
Poet Balamo staggered as he jumped off his sturdy yet somewhat damaged small boat, on the marshy grassland by the riverside, squinting his eyes unable to open.
