You run through the fields, chasing your dog. You hear the birds squeaking just across the field from you. You make your way to the town, watching as people sell at the market. Your dog, barks at you, reminding you to go home. According to the sun it was noon, and your mama always wants you home at noon.

You run home, your bare feet padding through the grass and then onto the path leading to your home. You open the flap of the tent, your dog barking before running outside again.

Your mama, Leda, sits on the floor, mixing different food materials in a bowl. She has your little brother balanced on her hip, bouncing him gently. She smiles and scoops you up into her arms, kissing your forehead and ruffling your hair. “Can you go get water from the river?” She hums, putting you back down.

You grab the water jar and run outside, closing the tent flap behind you. You walk to the river, filling up the jar. You hear yells from the rest of the tribe, and upon looking up you see men on the horizon. That was never a good thing.