Lakunio tightly gripped the reins, his body rising and falling with the saddle.
The warhorse beneath him snorted white breath, treading over the softest soil of the plains in the dawn light.
He dismounted, grabbing a clump of earth and squeezed it.
The black soil was moist and sticky, the light plows from Falan couldn't begin to turn this heavy earth.
One must use a very heavy wheeled plow, paired with iron plow heads to cultivate this land.
Lakunio stood up, his gaze involuntarily drifting into the distance.
The distant horizon blurred in the light mist, with only a few low hills dotted against the southern sky, shadows close to the Thorn Garden border of the Falcon Mountain Range.
Hawks in the sky circled the mountains like fish swimming.
At the foot of Falcon Mountain, the Sen River - the mother river of the Bear Castle People, coiled like a silver snake, converging towards the southern Nao'an River.
