It was another day at the camp. It was one of the warmer months, so they had their camp outside instead of inside the cave. There were many hide tents scattered about with a special tent with various bones decorating it for the shaman, Žrĭtva. Currently, the hunters were returning from their trip with two reindeer carcasses in tow, and Āma, the caretaker, was trying to stop the children from ruining Vėtra’s latest artwork.

Āma: “Stop it! This is a ritual space!!”

The children ran about.

Vėtra grabbed one of the younger kids and lifted them into the air and spun them around, trying to distract them.

Meanwhile, Žrĭtva and Dė̃gis were talking. Dė̃gis was spouting his usual nonsense, which, somehow, Žrĭtva always seemed to understand.

Žrĭtva: “I see, I see. You’re a genius, man.”