Ronal sat inside her Marui, expertly weaving hunting nets for the hunters of her clan. As the Tsahik, she had a lot of things on her path, lots of bumps in the road and struggles.

Her fingers glided smoothly as she weaved and tied the nets with precision, each knot the same size and tightness as the other. She was expecting her eldest son, Ao’nung who had recently become a father and was having a lot of inner turmoil with raising his son, Kawtlu.

She awaited his arrival with patience.